My host is always busy

Chapter 583 Finale [7]

From the burning sensation at the beginning, it turned into the feeling of ants gnawing. Now, it seems that someone is holding tweezers and peeling off your flesh again and again.

In the end, she didn't know whether she had fallen asleep or was in pain. The afterglow of moonlight shone through the window on the princess' bed, but the girl lying on it curled up slightly.

Twitching from time to time, seems to sleep very restlessly.

"Ah Ling..." When Jun Youming found her, what he saw was such a scene, a slender person curled up on the bed dripping with sweat, like a bulge on the flat grassland.

Her dark hair was soaked with sweat and twisted into strands, and her face was pale. The girl bit her lower lip tightly and didn't even know it was red. Her beautiful eyebrows were tightly frowned, and uneasiness and fear were reflected on her small face. Revealed.

Jun Youming's heart was locked together.

Lying on the bed lightly, her cold arms carefully brought her into her arms. The long-lost feeling made Jun Youming's soul tremble, and she gently rubbed her chin against her little head, and murmured helplessly: "So you will be like this after all. Fragile."

In the past, she was dressed in red like fire, cold-hearted, cold like a piece of ice that never melted for a hundred years, and she never saw love once, but now she is pitiful and weak like a piece of ice on the glass in the morning and evening. The frost flower seems to disappear at any time.

Jun Youming patted the girl's back lightly with his hands, and a trace of ghostly aura slowly seeped into her body. The girl's tightly frowning brows finally relaxed a little, and unconsciously, she approached that familiar aura. The wet little head rubbed against the wide and cold embrace, and the teardrops in the corners of his eyes fell silently.

Maybe she was dreaming?
Right, how could Jun Youming come back here? When she detoxified him, she injected a force. At least, it took half a month for him to wake up.

So it must be a dream.

But even if it's a dream, this feeling...is really good.

I just hope that this dream can continue forever, what should I do if I don’t want to wake up?
Feeling the teardrops from the person in his arms dripping on his chest, Jun Youming's heart felt like a needle prick, why is his girl so nice?
Putting his life in exchange for his life, Jun Youming smiled helplessly: "Ah Ling, Bi Luo Huang Quan, no matter what, I won't let you go alone." I will accompany you.

The next morning, when Zhu Ling opened his eyes, there was nothing around him, and the familiar feeling disappeared. Sure enough, it was a dream!

He shook his head and smiled, endured the pain and shouted Haizhu, but the person who came in was wearing light blue casual clothes, with a slender figure, and his white fingers were holding a bowl of hot soup with a disgusting taste.

But the person who stopped the medicine made Zhu Ling's eyes widen. He...wasn't he dreaming?
"Ah Ling." Jun Youming didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Are you satisfied with your husband's skin?" Carefully put the soup aside, sat gently on the window sill, and raised his hand to touch his face worriedly.

"You...why are you here?" A dry and hoarse voice sounded, and it wasn't until she sank a little around her that she realized that she was really not dreaming: "Didn't I tell you to wait for me to go back?"

Why are you so disobedient?
Seeing you, how can I be willing to leave?

"Silly girl." Jun Youming hugged Zhu Ling with a light smile, feeling her breath and warm body, Jun Youming was satisfied: "In the ends of the world, as long as it is my Ling, what can I not find?"

With a light smile, he hugged him even tighter, as if he wanted to rub into his flesh and blood, but he was cautious, for fear of hurting his girl.

"Then if one day I no longer exist in this world, what should you do?" Subconsciously, Zhu Ling asked this question.

(End of this chapter)