“Feng Yin!”
For a moment, Feng Yin thought he had heard it wrong.
Cheng Yanqiu’s voice?
But when she looked at Cheng Yanqiu’s ignorant eyes, she smiled suddenly and was at a loss.
Even at this moment, she was not sure whether she should laugh?
“Xiao Qiuqiu?”
Cheng Yanqiu tried hard to move his arm to touch Feng Yin, but he had the heart but lacked strength.
“Well, your little Qiuqiu is awake.”
Cheng Yanqiu’s lips raised, showing a gentle smile as always, saying, “I’m back.”
Feng Yin grabbed Cheng Yanqiu’s palm and put it on his face, feeling his warmth. Hearing Cheng Yanqiu say over and over again that I’m back, his heart gradually became more at ease.
After a few minutes, Feng Yin returned to his position and grabbed Cheng Yanqiu’s hand to take his pulse.
Very good!
Very good!
The previous schizophrenia were all suppressed this time, which was the kind of suppression that would not explode.
The system says it will take ten days to transform, which means that these serious diseases will be perfectly suppressed and will not explode again.
Not only will it not explode again, Cheng Yanqiu will also recover and live with a healthy body.
Cheng Yanqiu was quietly waiting for Feng Yin to take his pulse. He didn’t know how long he could live.
During this period of unconsciousness, Cheng Yanqiu could occasionally hear the sound of wind, and he regretted it.
If she hadn’t provoked her at the beginning, wouldn’t she be so sad?
“It’s okay, you will be fine!”
Feng Yin put down Cheng Yanqiu’s wrist and his tone was as firm as ever.
Cheng Yanqiu’s fingers could move slightly, hooked Feng Yin’s fingers, and said with a slightly hoarse voice: “Feng Yin, I love you!”
The sudden confession did not make Feng Yin happy. This guy’s posture was obviously about to say the last words at the end of his life.
“No! I’m serious! You don’t want—”