Chapter 395

Mo Xing's eyes are dark. Now, he has an idea to prove.

Finally, I took a deep look at this beautiful picture like ink painting, moved away and walked outside the hospital.

Time slipped away quietly.

Chu Yan's slender, jade like hand gently held dye White's hand, trying to make dye White's hand warm.

He can dodge that bullet.

Where I need my sister to save her.

"Can you go out first? I need to wipe the patient."

A little nurse came in with a basin and whispered.

Chu Yan's eyes fell on the basin and the towel on the edge of the basin, and the thin lips opened gently,

"I'll do it."

The nurse was a little stunned and said in doubt,

"You?"

Chu Yan asked softly with a faint look,

"Can't you?"

The little nurse was a little embarrassed,

But a man and a woman.

Chu Yan frowned slightly, stretched out his slender hand, took the basin and said in a commanding tone,

"You go out."

The little nurse had to go out.

Chu Yan put the basin on the table, soaked the towel in the water with his bony hand, and then slowly wrung it dry.

Put the wrung towel on the edge of the basin and lift up the dyed white clothes carefully. The gunshot wound was hit in the back.

The white back, like jade, slowly unfolds.

However, there is a scar and a lost beauty.

Chu Yan's eyes were stunned. He didn't blink. He looked at the white and flawless, like a conspicuous scar on Meiyu Tiancheng's back.

It's light pink. It looks like it was left many years ago.

Chu Yan's cold fingertips gently touched the scar.

"Sister, it must hurt, isn't it?"

The gentle question, like a feather, fell to the ground, floating gently, without a response.

In youth, a girl's body has a natural fragrance. The skin as white as jade is silky and porcelain white as milk. The delicate q-bomb is like a good jade.

The soft black hair is playfully scattered on the shoulders. The combination of white and black makes the skin as white as jade.

However, Chu Yan had no other thoughts.

Gently wipe the white and flawless back with a towel. The action is as gentle as listening to the treasure. Be careful.

After wiping, Chu Yan gently put down the sick clothes and covered the porcelain white jade body again.

After last night, I sat on the chair silently, holding the dyed white hand gently with a bony hand,

"Sister, how many secrets do you have I don't know?"

Where did you leave the wound on your back.

Now, Chu Yan found out.

It turned out that he didn't understand dyeing white.

I don't know what she has experienced in the past, nor what ranbai likes.

"Sister, you are mine."

The young man's voice was a little uneasy and persistent.

It seems that the girl in front of her will disappear in the next second.

Dyed white was lying quietly on the hospital bed, and the blue and white sick clothes were particularly good-looking by her.

The long curled eyelashes fluttered gently like a butterfly spreading its wings, slowly opening its eyes. A pair of crystal clear eyes like black crystal are gorgeous in an instant, and thousands of pen and ink are difficult to draw.

Chu Yan saw ranbai wake up and his lips bent. He couldn't suppress his joy,

"Sister, how do you feel?"

Ran Bai glanced at Chu Yan next to her and said hoarsely,

"Water."

"Water?" Chu Yan said suspiciously. Then he went to find the porcelain white on the table and filled it with water. His slender jade hand brought the porcelain cup to ranbai and slightly held ranbai up.

That bony finger holding the white porcelain engraved with roses is particularly pleasing to the eye. It's amazing, that hand. It seems more white and dazzling than that porcelain cup.