Chapter 633

Such a night is calm and gentle for Shen Qianshu.

She dreamed of Yeling again.

In the dark, Yeling's footsteps gently entered the master bedroom. Shen Qianshu slept very safely. Her face was blue and white. In just a few days, people lost a circle. Recently, internet violence has been particularly large, and there are words scolding Shen Qianshu everywhere.

She is a phenomenal Internet celebrity.

Everything will be magnified.

Coupled with the old lady behind the flames, the situation turned upside down.

His wound still hurts.

When she slept, she wore a white shirt at work. After drinking the juice, no one dared to change her clothes, so she slept. The white shirt untied two buttons, revealing the delicate and beautiful collarbone, looming and charming.

Yeling narrowed her eyes and slightly held her hand.

"Little fool..."

He didn't expect that Shen Qianshu would break into the underground casino alone. She could predict at every step, including under his guidance, she would inevitably attack Ye Feifei and ye Bao, but he didn't expect that she would break into the ghost city alone and be shot.

Sunan city said that when she shot herself in the ghost city, he was almost out of his wits. The exploding car didn't blow him up. The news almost blew his soul out of his body. Fortunately, it was just a flesh wound, otherwise, he... Was afraid of becoming a demon.

But he himself is a devil.

Yeling coughed slightly, his face was also very bad, his lips were pale, his chest still hurt badly when he breathed, and his broken ribs had not been cured continuously, and he always seemed to be out of breath when he breathed.

"Sir, sir..." Shen Qianshu dreamed again. She didn't know what she dreamed. She looked at Ye Ling's name eagerly. Compared with the sadness that she couldn't see in the day, her tone at night was hopeless.

She shouted his name as if she had blocked the whole world, hoping that he would look back.

Yeling, holding her hand.

"I am!"

I'm always by your side.

Never left.

"Sir, you're talking again." Shen Qianshu saw him in the dark, and he sat so coldly, his eyes obscure and cold, staring at her as if she were the only color, "I miss you so much."

She took Yeling's hand and put it on the side of her face. His palm was warm and close to her cheek, with an unspeakable peace.

"Soon." Yeling doesn't know who told her, or tell herself.

He sat beside her quietly. Every night when she drank the medicine, he sat beside her and accompanied her through the long night. Every night, she would call his name in her dream, and he would respond.

She always thought... She was dreaming.

He cannot involve her in a killing, nor can he give her a future of only killing.

So, bet everything on yourself.

In such a night, the only thing he can give is a gentle response when she cries out in despair.

Even if she thought it was a dream.

In her dream, she also got a response, not cold, only lonely.

"Thousand trees, bear it again." He said softly.

"Until when?" Shen Qianshu's nose was sour, and a drop of tears fell, "I... I'm afraid I can't bear it."

Yeling's fingertips trembled slightly, "Shen Qianshu... Touch it, what is this?"

She took Shen Qianshu's hand and stroked his wrist.

Sansheng rope, xiaopangxin, has been safely on his wrist.