The Lord’s Little Cutie Is the Old Ancestor

After confirming that she was the only person in the ward, Ji Peirou strongly supported her body and sat up.

Through the reflection of the glass, she saw her pale sunken, ghost-like face.

When did she become like this, she herself didn't even notice.

I always thought I was in menopause, so I relied so much on Ji Xiaonuan's soup. As a result, I turned myself into this way.

Ji Peirou shed tears, and Ji Xiaonuan’s accusations against her are still echoing in her mind.

She looked stiffly in the ward, and then her eyes fell on the back of her hand, which was receiving the infusion.

Raising the other hand quickly, he directly pulled out the infusion needle from the back of his hand, and his gaze resolutely slashed towards the aorta on his neck.

There were tears in his eyes, but a smile on his mouth.

She thought, she was going to be free, what is the meaning of being alive to her?

However, just when the needle touched her neck, a big, slightly cool hand grabbed her hand holding the needle.

Ji Peirou was shocked, raised his head and met Lin Xiao's cold eyes.

She panicked, "You...when did you come in?"

She was the only one in the ward, and she didn't hear any sound. How did Lin Xiao get in? Could it be that she was so sick that she couldn't even hear some voices?

"What do you want to do?" Lin Xiao's voice was as cold as his eyes.

Ji Peirou realized that she still had a needle in her hand, struggling to let Lin Xiao let go. But she didn't have any strength at all, and she couldn't get rid of it at all.

So she began to roar, "Let me go! Let me die! Let me die! Don’t you hate me? If you hate me, let me die! I treat you like that, and treat Yan Chenxi like that, why are you doing it? Save me! You let me go! Hurry up and let me die!"

Lin Xiao just looked at Ji Peirou blankly and snatched the needle from her hand.

At this time, the caregiver who was taken away by Ji Peirou heard the sound and ran back quickly, and was surprised to see Lin Xiao here.

"Master Xiao!"

"Bring that restraint and tie her up." Lin Xiao ordered in a deep voice.

The two nurses froze for a moment, and immediately followed suit, bringing in the medical binding straps, and directly bound Ji Peirou to the hospital bed.

"Lin Xiao! Why don't you let me die! Let me die! Ah!" Ji Peirou shouted in despair and sternness. When something like that happened, it hit her too hard. All her spiritual pillars are in Ji. The moment Xiao Nuan said that she hated her disappeared.

Seeing Ji Peirou who was constantly struggling and roaring on the hospital bed, Lin Xiao's expressionless face gradually turned cold, "Not everyone is worthy of liberation. So, you should live well."

"You just want to torture me, you just want to torture me!!"

Lin Xiao turned and left, isolating Ji Peirou's roar from the ward.

In the big house in the middle of the night, with the dim light, there is a different mood.

Under the corridor, Yan Chenxi in a plain long skirt looked extraordinarily beautiful against the side lights.

She had sleepiness on her face, but she stood there stubbornly. Seeing Lin Xiao approaching, she trot two steps and plunged directly into his arms.

The man's cold eyes instantly softened.

"Not sleeping, why did you come out?"

"Wait for you."

The soft voice made Lin Xiao clasp his arms subconsciously. At this moment, he felt as if he was holding the world.

Yan Chenxi is his world.