Meng Yuan shook his head again and again, struggling to sit up and grab Zhao Ling, but because of the effect of the drug, bursts of drowsiness struck, and he could only collapse powerlessly.
Zhao Ling was ruthless and retreated to a position where he couldn't reach, and the eyes of attachment traced his deep and handsome face inch by inch.
"A-Yuan, I will wait for you at Jinyang Pass. After you have healed your leg affliction, come and pick me up and take me home."
After she finished speaking, she turned around resolutely and walked out the door.
Behind him came Meng Yuan's increasingly weak voice: "Mo'er, you come back... Mo'er!"
However, Zhao Ling walked out of the door without looking back, then closed the door and locked his eager cry inside.
With his back against the door panel, Zhao Ling stood quietly for a long time before feeling that there was no movement in the room.
