Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

Had it not been for the lack of strength, he would have called directly.

"you're awake?"

A familiar voice sounded.

"Do I hurt you?"

There was a bit of self-blame in joy.

Bai Yi turned his head somewhat laboriously, looked up, but bumped into a pair of dark gray eyes full of tension.

"...Feng Li Yan?"

At the moment when he saw Feng Lidan, Bai Yi had a sense of security inexplicably, probably because the other party was a doctor.

Although his medical skills were so good, he didn't have time to see it with his own eyes.

"Am I not dead?"

"Do you really want to die?" Feng Li Tan, who had originally blamed himself for hurting his wound, replied with no anger.

This stupid boy can't think of something good. As a cat demon with nine lives, his desire to survive is too strong. He is just like this with one life?

"...I'm really not dead?"

Bai Yi really didn't expect that he could be rescued in this situation.

It feels really good.

"It's not dead, it's not dead, it's good." Feng Li replied with anger.

"With me, it is so easy to die. You are really dead. Even if I demolish the Hades Palace, I have to save you."

Bai Yi smiled and said weakly, "...The Third Young Master came really in time, I thought I really wanted to explain it this way."

Feng Litan was giving him a stroke of bandaging the wound on his arm. He looked at the pale and blood-stained white clothes, frowning:

"Who are you talking about?"

"By the way, where's the third master?" Bai Yi didn't notice Feng Lidan's unkind tone and dark face, and asked again without fear of death.

"died!"

Feng Lidan gritted his teeth, replied angrily, and continued to bandage his wounds, but his movements obviously brought emotions.

"What?!" Bai Yi's eyes widened, shocked by the news that he didn't recover for a while.

The next moment, Bai Yi was struggling to get out of the bed. Feng Liyan grabbed his uninjured right shoulder and directly pushed him back to the bed, because he was angry and he didn't pay attention.

"Ah..." The white robe who fell back on the bed cried out with pain, and suddenly broke into a cold sweat.

Feng Lidan looked at the white clothes that were so painful that his five senses were twisted together, and felt guilty, distressed and angry in his heart.

"What are you moving?!" He yelled at him badly.

My heart is even more angry.

Three young people and three young people, there is only that **** Jun Mo Yan in his mind.

"Three young master...what the **** is going on?" Bai Yi endured the pain, looked towards Feng Lidan, and asked eagerly.

"How do I know that I am not a little princess, and I follow his **** all the time."

Feng Li didn’t get angry, and watched the wound on his shoulder that had just been wrapped open again, and the gauze was soaked in blood. He had to take apart the gauze by hand and find a clean gauze to wrap him. .

"Then you just said..."

"The mouth grows on me, I love how to say it."

"..."

How could this person get angry again?

What did he just say wrong? Nothing.

"Can you help me get the phone?"

"..."

"In the left pocket of my jacket."

The tone was cautious, making Feng Lidan lose his temper.

Bend over and took the phone out of the blood-stained coat pocket on the floor. After handing it to him, just about to continue to remove the gauze for him, the white clothes said again: "...no, no battery."

Looking at Feng Lidan's dark face, Bai Yi didn't dare to ask him for help.