Li Moying regains consciousness (3)

At the same time, she coaxed him softly, "I'm not dead, Moying! See, am I not right here all well? I'm right here accompanying you….."

However, Li Moying merely quietened down for a few seconds under her hands and started to wrench around in pain once again.

Huang Yueli silently sighed as she lowered her head and planted her pink lips onto Li Moying's bloodless thin lips.

The original pair of icy cold thin lips, under Huang Yueli's warming up, slowly gained some temperature and the young lady's sweet breath lingered around his nostrils.

Slowly, Li Moying started to quieten down.

Huang Yueli then rose up her head as she sighed softly, placing Li Moying once again back on the pillow and covered him with the blanket then sat back on the bedhead to look at that handsome yet pale face.