Yan Ziwei's deep, dark eyes stared intently at the person on the bed, dark, depressed, greedy, desperate, crazy, and decadent. At this time, Yan Ziwei was completely different from the sunny young man with a bright smile during the day. Yan Ziwei lowered his head and stroked his mutilated right leg. Under the dim bed lamp, a low laugh leaked from the corner of his cold mouth. Such a cold and low voice was like some kind of beast, and it was very short, like a person who had been suppressed for a long time and suddenly lost his voice.
It's just a leg. He was really grateful to Xiao Xi. If it hadn't been for him, how would he have had the opportunity to lose his legs in exchange for Lin Qingyang's devoted companionship for the rest of his life.
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Xiao Xi covered his chest, and Chen Hui, who was warm just now, also became shuddering. Lin Qingyang always has this ability. He will give you ten candies a day. When you get used to expecting something, he will suddenly not give you a candy for ten days, and he will stab you heavily in the chest. Lin Qingyang has always been like this, Xiao Xi, why have you forgotten?