Chapter 2211

Fu Xiyao tightly hugged Ling Limu who was going to fall.

Ling Limu lowered her pretty eyelids and looked at the girl in her arms. Her low alcohol magnetic voice was a little weak, "Yaoyao, let go."

He is weak, and now she is holding him like this. Later, both of them will fall down.

Soft as bone, she can't support his weight at all.

Fu Xiyao shook his head vigorously. Two small green hands locked his fine waist and pasted his beautiful little face on his heart, "I'm not loose. If I want to fall, I'll fall together."

Listening to her childish words, Ling Limu slowly lifted his thin lips. He raised his hand and gently hugged her Yingrun fragrant shoulder, "don't fall in love with other boys, okay?"

He lowered his voice and whispered to her in an almost whisper voice.

what?

Fu Xiyao didn't hear him clearly. She raised her clear Jian Tong and looked at him, "Ling Limu, what did you tell me just now?"

The next second, Ling Limu gently closed his eyes and both fell down.

When the feeling of weightlessness came, Fu Xiyao trembled with her slender feather Jie and hugged Ling Limu. She was waiting for the pain.

But she didn't wait for the pain. She just fell into linglimu's warm arms.

Ling Limu tightened her big hand around her fragrant shoulder and protected her calmly and hard in her arms. Even if she was unconscious, she didn't loosen her half a minute.

"Twilight! Twilight!"

At this time, Zuo Li and Mo Zihao ran over.

Fu Xiyao raised her eyes and looked at Ling Limu. Now the posture of the two people was that he fell to the ground. She was in his arms. When she raised her eyes, she could see his pale and weak handsome face. The white eyes were red, and the crystal tears evaporated inside quickly fell down, "Ling Limu! Ling Limu, wake up!"

"Get out of the way, the doctor is coming. Hurry up and send me to the hospital!"

The doctor in white rushed over. They wanted to carry Ling Limu into the car, but Ling Limu's big hand was still clasping Fu Xiyao's fragrant shoulder.

Zuo Li squatted down and tried to get rid of Ling Limu's big hand, but he couldn't get rid of it.

Ling Limu's slender five fingers clasped Fu Xiyao's fragrant shoulder. His fingers curled up slightly, sharp and powerful. With deep and calm strength, he protected Fu Xiyao.

"What about this?"

Zuo Li and Mo Zihao were sweating.

Fu Xiyao knows that Ling Limu needs treatment, or his right arm will have problems, but he always holds her and protects her.

Big tears fell down, and Fu Xiyao jueli's small face was covered with tears. She remembered that she had sat behind his bike a year ago and asked him --- Ling Limu, will you release my hand?

At that time, he was a handsome 18-year-old boy, silent and cold. He didn't look back, but gently shook his head and told her - -- No.

Fu Xiyao realized that he had never let go of her hand.

This year, he has been encouraging her to come to C University.

He didn't tell her what he had suffered, what psychological suffering he had suffered, and what he was experiencing now. He just worked very hard to give her the best of himself.

Fu Xiyao pulled up in pain. He was her best Ling Limu in previous and present lives.

Fu Xiyao sucked the little red nose, then held his handsome face in his small hand and gently kissed the corner of his lips.

Ling Limu, I didn't have time to tell you that I love you in my last life.

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There's another night.