Jiang Muyu walked behind and looked at the hands holding each other, feeling a little uncomfortable.

The doctor quickly applied medicine to Qu Qingmian and bandaged it, and the village also selected several fishermen to come to visit with gifts.

The boy sat on the collapse, facing the crowdedness in the bedroom, and was extremely cold, "I need a quiet rest."

Several villagers were frightened and did not dare to bother them, so they immediately retreated.

Qu Qingmian glanced at Jiang Muyu who was still standing there. When he saw Sang Li move his steps, he suddenly grabbed her slender wrist, his movements were tough, but his words were very weak, extremely light, "Can you stop leaving?"

Seeing him like this, Sang Li felt so distressed that she wanted to pick the stars and give them to the moon. She immediately turned around and sat on the edge of the bed, "If you don't leave, I won't leave, I'll be here to accompany you."

Jiang Muyu felt that it was a lot more than he could stand here.

But in order to get back here, he quit the marriage and almost broke up with Jiang Yuan so much that he could not retreat easily.

Jiang Muyu walked to the edge of the bed and took out a bottle of pills, "This is a holy medicine for healing. You can recover within three days after taking one."

Sang Li knew that he had a lot of good things on him and was about to thank him and took it. The force on his wrist forced her to turn her eyes to the boy on the bed again. She immediately asked nervously: "What's wrong with Xiaomian? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

Qu Qingmian looked at Jiang Muyu, "No need for elixirs, my injury can be healed soon."

Sang Li suddenly remembered, yes, Xiaomian's physique is different from that of ordinary people. I am afraid that it will recover faster than taking the healing sacred medicine after taking the healing sacred medicine. She declined politely: "Thank you, Mr. Jiang for your kindness, you still don't need to waste the healing sacred medicine."

When Jiang Muyu saw his indifference in his dark eyes, he always felt that his injuries were inexplicably caused.

And his weak look, he mostly looks pretending.

He is so important in the little fairy's heart, why do you have to do this in vain?

After thinking about it for a while, Jiang Muyu's originally dim mind became active.

Does this mean that the other party is also afraid, and it indirectly proves that he still has a lot of weight in the little fairy?

Thinking of this, Jiang Muyu was much more happy.

It’s hard to keep standing in someone else’s bedroom. Before leaving, he took out the four-cornered starfish, “Then I won’t continue to disturb you, little fairy, thank you for the gift you gave me today—”

Speaking of this, he pushed a little and emphasized, "I like it very much."

Seeing that cold gaze suddenly condensed, Jiang Muyu turned around gracefully.

Many times, the little fairy only has Qu Qingmian in her eyes, and he always wonders whether the little fairy likes the other person.

But the little fairy also said that they are not relatives but are better than relatives. It is absolutely true that they care about them, but they may not necessarily like them.

The boy's temperament is silent and cold. I believe that no matter how much I like it, I dare not express it.

After thinking about it, Jiang Muyu suddenly felt that he seemed to have a great chance of winning?

In the bedroom, Qu Qingmian asked, "Did you give him a gift?"

Sang Li quickly took out his arms and carefully selected the starfish in his arms, especially gorgeous. "This is the best one I have chosen. He insisted on robbing it, so I picked it up for him."

Qu Qingmian took Haixing and, under the uneasy big eyes, suddenly asked, "Will you leave me?"

The boy leaned forward slightly and looked at the person in front of him.

Sang Li breathed lightly, a little nervous, "I won't."

She only hoped that when Xiaomian could turn her mind around and not kill people by chance, and that she would have other friends, and might have girls she liked each other well, and that she would have completely redeemed the harm she had done to him for the first time in a book.

Maybe you can retire with peace of mind and start your own life.

Thinking of this, Sang Li was so worried that she couldn't bear it.

Qu Qingmian asked again: "Can you get married?"

Sang Li was stunned: "Marry... Get married? Who am I marrying!"

Women in this world get married early, and she is considered an old girl. Besides, she is with Xiaomian all day long, and the focus is on him. How can she have the heart to think about marriage?

"Where is Jiang Muyu?"

Sang Li's eyes suddenly widened, "Xiaomian, what do you want to tell him? It's impossible!"

The boy's voice was clear, "He has a good appearance, a good family background, and a good martial arts skills. The most rare thing is that he is as bright as the wind and clear as the moon, and he can play with you."

Speaking of these, Qu Qingmian felt inferior and his fingers were unconsciously bent.

The kind of contradiction that strongly wants to possess but is afraid of giving it to someone who is not better enough, and wants to grasp it but is confused.

Sang Li grabbed his hand, which was much bigger than hers, and her palm was hot. She spoke softly like every time she comforted him, "Xiaomian, I don't want others, I just want you."

The boy's problem made her understand, and he was also worried, afraid that the other party would meet his partner in the future and that they would have no reason to be together again.

Xiaomian wants to stay with her all the time.

Knowing this, Sang Li was so happy that she couldn't hide her smile, and she also revealed her emotions more bluntly, "In my heart, you are more important than anyone else. I want to stay by your side forever."

The boy subconsciously held her hand, and his whole body was wrapped in his palm, his throat moved lightly, and he replied in a warm voice, "Okay."

He was not seriously injured. When he wanted to get up from the bed, Sang Li held him tightly, and he kept standing by the side of the collapse and accompanied him.

Even the hand holding him almost never let go.

Qu Qingmian simply continued to look weak.

When it was about to dark, Sang Li let go of his hand, "Then you rest early, I'll go."

Qu Qingmian's fingers moved lightly, and it seemed that the soft touch of the little hand remained in the palm of his palm, "Yes."

Sang Li walked out of the bedroom and turned around. The boy sat there, still watching her quietly.

Seeing his silently watching eyes as dark as a puppy, Sang Li stopped, reluctantly brought the hot tea and came back, staying by the bed to accompany him.

Even if she didn't say a word, she was just standing together like this, and Sang Li was the most satisfied. She even felt that time was running too fast. It was not until late at night that she returned to the bedroom.

Qu Qingmian watched the door close, and he closed his eyes slightly.

双

A very light sounded in the corner, and something sneaked in.

The boy's eyes turned sharp. After seeing a round thing rolling out, he frowned.

Opening her shell, the clams poked their heads out and breathed a sigh of relief.

He was gone, almost suffocating him to death.

Qu Qingmian Lengbingbing looked at him: "What are you doing?"

The mirage clam was very flattering and leaned over, holding out a moon-white object with light in his hand, "Master, demon pill, heal the wound."

His pronunciation was not very clear, and he could only say short words. His body was lowered and he raised it to his head like a demon pill.

Qu Qingmian's response was equally concise: "Take it away, go out."

The Mirage raised his head uneasy, his eyes were blue, just like the deepest touch of blue under the sea.

Qu Qingmian's tone was slightly relaxed, "Miscellaneous injury will be healed within two days."

The mirage still didn't leave, and even tried to put it on the end of the bed, hugged the boy's leg, "Master, please accept me."

On the one hand, the boy is strong and he will not lose money with him. On the other hand, he is grateful and covets. The boy's blood is too special. If you don't hug such a golden thigh immediately, when will you wait?

“…”

Qu Qingmian jumped on the forehead and kicked the mirage to the corner of the wall without mercy.

In spring, the jacaranda with lush branches and leaves gradually blooms, and large purple-blue patches are rendered on the branches.

Sang Li raised a little black cat with a somewhat incomplete body. She was born to be stunted and always staggered when walking, making her fall easily.

When Aunt Liu's house was planning to abandon her, she brought it back.

The kitten is very lively. Sang Li looked at the kitten that fell and rolled, and wanted to catch butterflies on the grass. He called out softly, "Coal balls, come here to eat the little fish."

When the coal ball heard it, it turned its head and raised its tail and ran over, stumbled.

While feeding the cat, Jiang Muyu walked over and squatted over and touched the little black cat who was lying on his head. "Your coal balls are growing fast. They were thin and lonely half a month ago, but now they are all round in their faces."

Sang Li was very proud of this, "It's so pleasing to be round and rolling. Sooner or later, coal balls will become coal balls."

Jiang Muyu touched the coal ball's head, and with his soft cat ears, all his thoughts were on Sang Li. The topic suddenly changed, "This season is good now, it's very comfortable to be lukewarm or hot. Go to the beach to have a walk at night?"

Sang Li should be just right, "Okay."

Xiaomian went out to sea with the fishermen two days ago. She stayed alone in the house and could not help but think about it, fear and worry. She suddenly woke up until midnight last night, pushed Xiaomian's bedroom away and stared at the empty bed.

Going to the beach and relaxing your nervousness may be a way.

The sea breeze blows gently, and the soft moonlight sprinkles on the sea surface, like countless gemstones paved.

Sang Li likes to walk barefoot on shallow beaches with light waves, occasionally raising her feet to tug her, and gently kicking the sea water out.

"Why do you say so little today?" After walking forward for a long time, Sang Li remembered that he was following someone.

Jiang Muyu smiled and sighed. It was not that he talked less, but that he was talking all the way, and the people around him had no intention of listening to a word.

The person is clearly around him, but his heart floats far away. He finds that this is even more bitter than not seeing it.

The night sky was clear and the sea of ​​stars was vast. Jiang Muyu followed her pace very slowly, and she started talking nonsense, "The stars tonight are very beautiful."

Sang Li found a clean and smooth reef, sat up and looked up.
To be continued...