(ARC 1-4 ) Quick wear: The host of Bailian is milky and sweet

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Bai Limu was lying on the couch, showing no sign of being sick.

Even looking at the person who boiled the medicine, there was a bit of joy in his eyebrows his.

When there is no one on weekdays, he never wears a power fence.

There is no one now, but he hides himself tightly.

Bai Limu knew the little thoughts in his heart his long ago, but he did n't reveal it.

If you pierce it, it's no fun.

"Shen Shen, that medicine of yours... it's about to become mushy."

Hearing the voice of the person behind him, his body his trembled.

Bai Limu thought it was his shyness his, and before he had time to step forward, he saw the man fall down in the next second.

Fortunately, Bailimu is recovering well now, so he stepped forward quickly and caught Ji Sishen.

Ji Sishen's heart his only felt extremely dull, like a giant stone suppressing it, and even every breath was a pain in his chest his.

Bai Limu had already lifted the barrier that was in the way, and only now did he realize that the person in his arms his was blushing abnormally, his hands his clasped at his chest his, and he was gasping for breath.

It was almost a gasp like this, as if something was blocking the nostril where he could breathe.

Bai Limu's heart was tensed, and he hurriedly carried the person back to the room.

"deeply!"

The person who tried to call someone, who was lying on the bed, only clutched the robe on his chest his, bowed his body his, and breathed with his lips open.

The redness on his face his caused the blue veins to be exposed, as if he could n't breathe.

Such a scene, like the next second, his deepness his can directly suffocate and die.

"Host!"

The system is also in a hurry at the moment, this is the first time!

He was even about to intervene, but the next second, Bai Limu leaned over and put the air between Ji Sishen's lips his.

The frowning brows seemed helpless and helpless.

Just follow instinct.

At this moment, Ji Sishen seemed to have been redeemed.  The hand that was holding his chest his suddenly climbed onto the shoulders of the person who was leaning over.

Greedy breathing, for fresh air.

It's like asking for something else.

About an hour later, Ji Sishen was lying on the couch weakly.

The blue silk fell down the edge of the bed, as if soaked with sweat.

The face her is no longer so abnormally red, but rather like a crimson that has been smudged.

The fascination between the eyebrows her is a bit seductive.

Seeing that the person has calmed down now, even the breathing is gentle, and there is no abnormality.

For a moment just now, he felt that... he was about to lose him.

Now Bailimu feels lingering fears even thinking about it.

The shock that was lost and found made Bailimu not want to feel it again.

Putting the beloved's hand on the lips is a tender and tender lingering.

Deeply, I only wish you well, a safe life, peace and joy.

Seemingly feeling Bailimu's unease, Ji Sishen woke up, but it was difficult to even move.

He Simply fell asleep again.

When he wakes up, watch him not beat to death the person who killed him!

fuck!

There is an MMP in my heart, I don't know if I should say it or not.

Ji Sishen vaguely knew what was going on with him, but...

His back his hurts, he does n't want to get up, he does n't want to talk.

So this sleep, it is already night.

Fortunately, above the palace banquet, almost everyone was caught, and everyone tacitly kept silent.

Only if it didn't happen at all.

The emperor pressed down even more, and this matter passed like this.

But that doesn't mean that Ji Sishen is here and he can pass.

"Host, what's wrong with you? I thought I almost didn't see you! Whoaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa..."

Ji Sishen: ...

Is the QR code system mentally retarded?