Being His Little Fox

Her whole body froze. The voice was very small, but it snaked and slammed on her heart, and the fluttering words were printed on her heart.

This voice is so familiar and profound.

...Finally, she really couldn't hold it, her eyes closed slowly, and the thought at the last moment was that he must live.

Tang Si, you want to live.

When Song Yi was rescued from the fire, he was hugged by the firefighter. His long hair fluttered as he walked, his eyes were closed tightly, his charming and delicate face was covered with blood, and his body was mottled and dirty. Xi's.

But there is a somewhat messy beauty, decadent and dark...

......

Song Yi woke up the next day, opening his eyes was a patch of white, the air was filled with the smell of disinfectant, and the sound of instruments dripping.

She moved her hand, with the infusion tube in her hand, and she felt as though she was falling apart, especially in her throat and lungs, and she felt a burning smell.

Li Wen pushed the door in and saw Song Yi watching everything with his eyes open.

"You're awake! You scared me to death, don't you know?" Li Wen walked over with hot water in his hand: "You are really my ancestor."

"If it weren't for I saw you yesterday, the hospital would have notified your parents, and you shouldn't have a good life then."

"How? Is there anything uncomfortable?" After voicing, it was her delicate body bones that couldn't be relieved.

"You help me sit up first." Song Yi didn't listen to his muttering, and spoke dumbly.

Song Yi frowned when he heard his unpleasant voice.

In fact, she didn't suffer much serious injury in the fire yesterday, but she was exhausted and collapsed.

People can really be exhausted.

At this moment, she has recovered a lot, at least her face is not pale, but a little bloody.

However, he was obviously in a bad manner, weak and beautiful, delicate, soft and delicate at first, but at this moment, a sickly look is even more distressing.

"Is my voice okay?" she asked.

Li Wen took it: "It's definitely good, drink some water."

"Why don't you ask if your face has been burnt or disfigured?" Li Wen said angrily.

Song Yi didn't pick up the water glass, but touched his face instantly: "Am I disfigured?"

"You lied to you." Li Wen put the water in Song Yi's hand, and held the porridge beside the bed, stirring: "But your business was a bit bad. You made an appointment yesterday, but you didn't go."

"That's all trivial things." Song Yi heard that he was not disfigured, he took a sigh of relief, and said softly.

Li Wen raised his eyebrows and looked at her with an expression of what was considered a major event.

Song Yi stared at her, the water waves rippling, bright and squiggly, but there was something dark and calm inside, just staring at her.

"Oh, grandma, are you going to eat me?" Li Wen was staring so that his scalp was numb, and he couldn't help but speak.

The line of sight was too strange and deep.

Song Yi raised his head with one hand, lowered his head sharply, looked at the quilt, and asked in a dull voice, "How was the matter yesterday? Are there any firefighters casualties?"

She was afraid to face it, for fear of hearing bad news, for fear that he would die.

Just like when she was a child...someone died for her. She still doesn't know if it is alive or dead, let alone confirm it.

The action in Li Wen's hand paused, and his tone became heavy: "I heard that one was sacrificed during the explosion."

"Papa--" The water cup in her hand fell onto the quilt instantly, watching the white quilt instantly become smudged and soaked, water stains spreading layer by layer, walking towards her like death's footsteps, asking her Life.

My heart seemed to be soaked in ice water, my breathing was held, and if I wanted to ask more about the specific situation, I was stuck in my throat forcibly, without daring to ask a word.

When Li Wen saw this, he thought it was accidental, so he quickly put down the porridge in his hand and prepared to lift her quilt: "Why is this careless, the cup can't be held securely."

But halfway through, he found that it couldn't be lifted. Looking up, Song Yi clenched the corner of the quilt tightly...

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