The God of Quick Transmigration is on again

Chapter 1292 Hero, Dried This Bowl of Chicken Soup (80)

Afterwards, Nangong Wuyi became transparent and was sent back to his room, while Lian Mo was left in the room.

Of course, this is what Jiuye did.

……

Jing Qingran was in her room, she had already showered and was about to go to bed, but Jiuye sent her a message, saying: Master fainted.

How did he faint?Jing Qingran had a thought in his head for a moment, and then thought again: Jiuye should have done it.

'Host, you go and take care of the master. 'Nine Leaves Road.

'Nangong Wubing is no longer in the master's room, so I sent him back. 'Jiuye said.

Jing Qingran thought in her heart, must she go?

'Host, you used to take care of the master, it's nothing. "Jiuye said, "The master has already taken a bath, and the master is now in a coma, so go and help the master to bed. '

Jiuye said this, Jing Qingran thought about it again and felt that he still had to go there.

Jing Qingran walked to the door of Lian Mo's guest room.

'Master, this door is not locked, there is only the master inside, please push the door and go in. ' Jiuye said.

Jing Qingran tried to knock on the door, but there was no movement inside, she stretched out her hand and gently pushed the door open, the door rang softly and slowly opened.

Candles were lit inside the room, and the fire was bright. Lian Mo was sitting at the table with his upper body lying on the table. Under the candlelight, he looked very quiet, with his eyes closed quietly.

Jing Qingran closed the door and walked over gently, Lian Mo didn't hear her.

'Host, the master is in a coma now. Do you want the master to wake up? Jiuye's voice sounded in Jing Qingran's mind and asked her.

"Uh...not for now..." Jing Qingran said in her heart.

If he woke up, would he look embarrassed?Jing Qingran thought so in her heart.

'Host, you won't be embarrassed. ' Jiuye said.

What's so embarrassing?Just be thick-skinned.

'Don't let him wake up just yet. ' Jing Qingran said in her heart.

Jiuye nodded: 'Okay. '

Jing Qingran looked at Lian Mo's sleeping face, under the light of the candlelight, his sleeping face looked hazy, gentle and moving.

Outside the window, there was a wind blowing in, making the candle flame dance slightly, and making his face flicker.

Jing Qingran stood beside him, looking at him, the way he closed his eyes was so perfect that people were amazed and nostalgic.

I couldn't help but stretch out my hand, wanting to go through the air and reach his face.

That white, slender, seemingly boneless hand slowly moved closer to his face that was as beautiful as an illusion, and gently touched his face with her fingers.

Jing Qingran has been looking at this face for six or seven days, but has rarely touched it, and this is probably the first time he has touched it.

The fingers touched his face with some tenderness, some tenderness, and some lingering nostalgia.

His face was warm, but Jing Qingran's fingers felt a little hot when they touched his face.

The palms of her hands are not sweating, but they are a little hot, and the heat is just right, she doesn't feel embarrassed or embarrassed, and she can continue to touch his face, which is enough for her.

"You look so beautiful when you sleep..." Jing Qingran looked at him, as if talking to him, or to herself, "Can I pinch your face?"

Even though her hand touched his face, she didn't pinch him. She really wanted to pinch his face and squeeze it gently.

(End of this chapter)