Chapter 1858 The Style of Two People 10

"At that time, even the Immortal Daluo couldn't save you."

She touched the fragments of the sunset in her pocket.

"Don't worry, I will definitely find a way to cure you."

"Of course, my family, Qingli, is the genius doctor of Fengling Continent!"

Jun Aohan patted her head dotingly.

"I'm waiting for that day."

"Hey, I don't know if they all escaped."

Ye Qingli thought leisurely.

"If they thought I was dead, they would be very sad."

After all, those are his best friends.

She muttered a few words to herself, and saw Jun Aohan looking at her with very resentful eyes.

It was as if she had done something terribly wrong.

"What are you doing?"

"This king really wants to doubt, is there something wrong with your own charm? When facing you, do you still have the heart to think about others?"

Ye Qingli had a speechless expression.

"You are now facing me day and night, aren't you satisfied? Can't even think about others?"

"Can't."

Jun Aohan had a domineering expression on his face.

"Of course, this king must completely occupy Qingli's heart, occupy every corner of your heart, and leave no place for others, not even a single corner."

He said it so arrogantly, so naturally.

Just like a king who looks down on the world.

Those who obey me prosper, those who oppose me perish.

Ye Qingli said she was speechless.

"You're such a little nerd."

"Good, I only know a few friends, I won't take away your status, good."

With a doting expression on her face, she patted Jun Aohan's head.

Only now did she realize that Jun Aohan was like a child at this time.

The two of them snuggled together like that.

One bite at a time.

Although he ate slowly, Jun Aohan still finished all the porridge.

He licked his lips with an aftertaste look on his face.

Then, he looked at Ye Qingli with expectant eyes.

"I still want to eat."

"Can't eat any more."

Ye Qingli categorically refused.

"You are so seriously injured, and your gastrointestinal function is in a state of disorder. You can't eat too much, otherwise, your stomach will be disturbed. Eating a bowl is the limit."

Originally, she only wanted to eat half a bowl for this guy, and the remaining half was meant for herself.

As a result, it was all eaten up by this guy.

Fortunately, there is still half a bowl in the pot.

Seeing this half bowl of porridge, Jun Aohan frowned.

"Qingli, you are so tired of cooking porridge, can I help you?"

"How can you help me?"

Ye Qingli asked strangely.

"I'll feed you porridge."

"No need, I'm not as badly injured as you are."

"No, this king is a person with clear grievances and grievances. When he receives a drop of water, he must repay it with a spring. Otherwise, I will feel uneasy."

"All right."

Ye Qingli was entangled by him.

This guy, after being injured, how can he be like a child.

She passed the porridge bowl and spoon into his hands.

"Come on, come and feed me."

Jun Aohan took the porridge bowl with a big stab.

"You sit here."

He was now wearing a robe.

However, there are no belts.

But slanted drape on the body.

His skin was as crystal clear as jade, half-covered.

Coupled with the peculiar laziness between his eyebrows, it reflects a different kind of charm.

Ye Qingli, who was sitting next to him, couldn't help but feel ashamed.