【Chasing Ling】Sijun can still be chased

The quiet moonlight baptizes the world, as usual, the breeze rustled down pieces of warm red flowers, spreading a quiet peace.

However, whether it was Xiao Xingchen spreading poison powder, Wang Xianyu Xue Yang, or Yunmeng's Jin Ling, tonight was destined to be an extraordinary night.

The long moonlight shines on the quaint house in Lianhuawu, and the Lianhuawu looks more lonely and clear under the moonlight, like a rebellious goddess who never bows her head.

In this room, there was indeed a young man who refused to bow his head. He knelt on one knee and looked up at the young man in white on the bed.

This person is Jin Ling.

Today, at dusk, he barely woke up. After the initial confusion passed, he suddenly turned over...

Just fell off the bed.

Jin Ling: "..."

Without time to take care of his injury, he stumbled out of the door, grabbed a disciple casually and asked, "Where's SiZhui? Where's Lan Sizhui?"

The disciple raised his head tremblingly and said, "Yes, in the side hall."

"Okay! Okay! Piandian, Piandian!" Jin Ling let go and ran, his face full of panic.

His steps were messy and frivolous, like a jackal fleeing in panic.

A strange look flashed in the eyes of disciple Yunmeng, but he didn't say anything in the end.

However, ever since he entered the house in a hurry, he became very quiet, taking every step very lightly, as if he was afraid of disturbing Lan Sizhui.

He gently knelt on the head of the bed, stretched out his hand to hold Lan Sizhui's, his expression was in a trance, but solemn.

"SiZhui, SiZhui, how could you be so stupid, how could you hurt yourself... I will feel bad..."

Lan Sizhui: "..."

"Sizhui, wake up, wake up, okay? I won't quarrel with Lan Jingyi in the future, and I won't hate Wen Ning, okay?"

Lan Sizhui: "..."

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Looking at the pale face of the handsome man on the bed, Jin Ling felt very uncomfortable.

Finally, he stopped talking, and leaned gently against the head of the bed, against the man's forehead.

After a long time, he rolled onto the bed, and gently hugged the person on the bed, "What can you tell me, SiZhui?"

The night was calm, and there was nothing to say all night.