Chapter 1157: Strong play

Sitting next to such a person with a sense of presence is not generally powerful, Ning Xuemo's psychological pressure is not generally great.
After a while, she felt that the bed was warm and had one more leg--
This drilled her quilt!
Ning Xuemo's hair almost stood up!
She could no longer faint, opened her eyes suddenly, and saw Xue Yilan's back leaning against the bed pillar on the other side, one leg stuck into her quilt, and one leg was underneath.
He held his arms with both hands, and if there were sloppy landscapes in his eyes, his veins were gentle: "Awake?"
Ning Xuemo pursed her lips and did not answer his nonsense. She took a secret breath, but only this slight movement affected the wound again, causing her to sweat again: "Retract your leg. "
She didn't want to sleep with him! Not even a quilt!
Xueyi Lan's eyes were dim and did not move. "Momo, I'm tired, rest here first."
Ning Xuemo didn't speak, but struggled to get up, taking it for granted, such a fierce action severely affected the wound and made her look white.
Xue Yilan's face changed slightly. She sat upright and pressed one hand on her shoulder to stop her motion: "Are you crazy ?! So your wound will crack again!"
"You go down!" Ning Xuemo insisted: "Otherwise it's me!"
Xue Yilan: "..."
He laughed bitterly, and turned over and got out of bed: "Momo, I've been fierce but you ... well, I'll go down, you stay well."
Ning Xuemo closed her eyes slightly, and the struggle she had just torn open a little wound, which made her hurt her heart and her lungs. She was waiting for the pain to pass.
There was a moment of silence in the room, and Xue Yilan changed her previous strong teasing. He sat on a stool by the bed and watched the sweat beads on her forehead. Like pity and anger, and sadness ...
After a while, the pain finally passed, and Ning Xuemo opened her eyes again: "How long have I been in a coma?"
"Five days," Xue Yilan replied.
Ning Xuemo looked sideways out of the window, her eyes were slightly red, and the afterglow of the sunset was smeared on the window paper, slightly red and yellow ...
Five days have passed!
She didn't die, but tumbling for five days ...
Is the Great God back?
Does he know that Wu Mo nearly stabbed her to death?
Shouldn't I be back? Otherwise he would have been looking for himself upside down ...
"Where is this?" Ning Xuemo looked around the room, always feeling that the layout here was not familiar.
"What do you say?" Xue Yilan asked.
How did she know? !!
But since he asked, was she supposed to know this place?
Ning Xuemo searched for a while in her head, and her heart suddenly moved!
Dream! This place seems like a scene in a dream!
Although she can remember a little dream recently, she still can't remember it clearly. She always seems to be separated by a thick layer of fog, but only occasionally remembers one or two fragments, and the fragments are also vague.
She usually doesn't take those dreams to heart, and now seeing the layout here, she remembers a little bit.
"Momo, this is where you used to live." Xue Yilan stood up and drew up her bed account so that she could see everything in the house: "The tables and chairs here are the same as you lived before How does it look like you like it? Do you like it? "