Chapter 1211 Ling Limu, I Love You

Fu Xiyao hugged Ling Limu tightly, who was about to fall.

Ling Limu lowered his handsome eyelids and looked at the girl in his arms. His low, mellow and magnetic voice revealed a bit of weakness, "Yaoyao, let go."

He was exhausted. Now that she was holding him like this, both of them would fall down.

She was so soft that she couldn't bear his weight at all.

Fu Xiyao shook her head vigorously, her two scallion-white hands locked his sturdy waist, and put her beautiful little face against his heart, "I won't let go, if you want to fall, let's fall together."

Hearing her childish words, Ling Limu slowly raised his thin lips, raised his hand, and gently hugged her fair shoulders, "Don't fall in love with other boys, okay?"

He lowered his voice and whispered to her in a voice that was almost whispering.

What?

Fu Xiyao didn't hear his words clearly. She raised her clear eyes and looked at him, "Ling Limu, what did you say to me just now?"

The next second, Ling Limu gently closed his eyes, and both of them fell down.

When the weightlessness of her body came, Fu Xiyao hugged Ling Limu tightly with her slender feathers trembling, waiting for the pain to come.

But she didn't wait for the pain, she just fell into Ling Limu's warm arms.

Ling Limu's big hand holding her shoulders tightened, and he protected her calmly and forcefully in his arms. Even if he was unconscious, he didn't let her go at all.

"Limu! Limu!"

At this time, Zuo Li and Mo Zihao both ran over.

Fu Xiyao raised her eyes and looked at Ling Limu. Now the posture of the two people was that he fell to the ground and she was in his arms. She raised her eyes and could see his pale and weak handsome face. Her white eyes turned red, and the crystal tears in them quickly fell down, "Ling Limu! Ling Limu, wake up!"

"Get out of the way, the doctor is here, send Limu to the hospital quickly!"

The doctor in a white coat ran over hurriedly. They wanted to lift Ling Limu into the car, but Ling Limu's big hand was still holding Fu Xiyao's shoulders.

Zuo Li squatted down and tried to push Ling Limu's big hand away, but he couldn't do it no matter how hard he tried.

Ling Limu's slender five fingers clasped Fu Xiyao's shoulders, his fingers slightly curled, sharp and powerful, with deep and calm strength, protecting Fu Xiyao.

"What should we do?"

Zuo Li and Mo Zihao were sweating anxiously.

Fu Xiyao knew that Ling Limu needed treatment, otherwise his right arm would have problems, but he kept holding her and protecting her, not letting go.

Big tears fell down, and Fu Xiyao's beautiful little face was covered with tears. She remembered that she had sat on the back of his bicycle a year ago and asked him---Ling Limu, will you let go of my hand?

At that time, he was still a handsome 18-year-old boy, silent and cold. He didn't look back, but just shook his head gently and told her---No.

Fu Xiyao realized that he had never let go of her hand.

This year, he has been encouraging her to come to C University.

He didn't tell her what he had experienced, what kind of psychological torment he had suffered, and what he was going through now. He just tried very hard to give her the best of himself.

Fu Xiyao's heart ached. In the past and present lives, he was her best Ling Limu.

Fu Xiyao sniffed her red nose, then held his handsome face with her little hands and gently kissed the corner of his lips.

Ling Limu, I didn't have time to tell you in the last life, I love you.

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There will be another update in the evening.