Young Master Gu, Please Be Gentle - Chapter 1889

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

Ling limu lowered his handsome eyelids and looked at the girl in his arms. His deep and magnetic voice sounded a little weak. “Yaoyao, let go.”

He was not strong enough. Now that he was being hugged by her, both of them would fall down later.

The soft and boneless her could not support his weight at all.

Fu Xiyao shook her head hard. Her small white hands locked his strong waist and pressed her beautiful 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 curled his thin lips. He raised his hand and gently hugged her smooth shoulders. “Don’t date other boys, Okay?”

He lowered his voice and whispered to her in a whisper.

What?

Fu Xiyao didn’t hear him clearly. She raised her bright eyes and looked at him. “Ling Limu, what did you say to me just now?”

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

When the feeling of weightlessness came, Fu Xiyao held Ling limu tightly with her long and slender arms, waiting for the pain to come.

But she didn’t feel the pain. She just fell into Ling Limu’s warm embrace.

Ling limu tightened his grip on her shoulders and held her firmly in his embrace. Even though she was unconscious, he didn’t let go of her.

“Limu! Limu!”

Zuo Li and Mo Zihao ran over at this moment.

Fu Xiyao looked up at Ling Limu. They were in the position where he fell to the ground. She was in his embrace. When she looked up, she could see his pale and weak handsome face, and his fair eyes were red, the crystal tears in his eyes quickly fell down. “Ling limu! Ling Limu, Wake Up!”

“Get out of the way! The Doctor Is Here! Send Limu to the hospital!”

The doctor in a white coat rushed over. They wanted to carry Ling limu into the car, but Ling Limu’s big hand was still holding Fu Xiyao’s shoulder.

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

Ling Limu’s slender fingers held Fu Xiyao’s shoulder, and his fingers curled up slightly. They were sharp and powerful, carrying a deep and calm strength as he protected Fu Xiyao.

“What should we do?”

Zuo Li and Mo Zihao were sweating profusely.

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

Big Teardrops Fell, and Fu Xiyao’s beautiful little face was covered in tears. She remembered that a year ago, she had sat behind his bicycle 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, only lightly shaking his head and telling her — no.

Only then did Fu Xiyao realize that he had never let go of her hand.

This year, he had always encouraged her to come to C University.

He did not tell her what he had encountered, what kind of psychological torture he had experienced, and what he was going through now. He just worked very hard to give her the best of himself.

Fu Xiyao’s heart ached. In both her past and present lives, he had always been her best ling limu.

Fu Xiyao sniffed her red nose, then cupped his handsome face with her small hand and gently kissed the corner of his lips.

Ling limu, I didn’t have time to tell you that I love you in my last life.

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There was still one more watch at night.