Mischief Vampire Highness

Chapter 338: It's Nice to Have You
He lowered his deep eyelids, avoiding my sight and struggled to get up from the ground, but he lost his footing and was about to fall again.

I was stunned and heartbroken, seeing him fall in front of me, I even forgot to help him.I looked at him standing up like an idiot, "He's next door, in a severe coma, he should be fine."

Meng Chike's tall and handsome body faltered and paused in front of me, and said lightly to walk out of the room.

His discolored face was like a needle piercing my heart. When I woke up, I only thought of Ji Mingxuan. Thinking of this, I hugged him vigorously from behind.

Meng Chike was bumped by me unpreparedly and almost fell together.

I rubbed my face against his warm back, closed my hands, and hugged him tightly was enough.

Meng Chike froze for half a second before he turned around and hugged me back, "Crazy woman, are you a pig?" He hugged me tightly, rubbing my long hair as if he wanted to crush me, trembling slightly to cover up Can't hold back his emotions.

"It's nice to have you." I buried my head deeply in his heart, greedily wanting to nestle in his arms.He didn't speak, just breathed a sigh of relief, stroking my hair with one hand.

When I saw Ji Mingxuan, I felt inexplicably heavy. There were no nurses in his luxurious ward, and everything was as quiet as if there was no life here.

I was still weakly sitting in front of his hospital bed, with a beige big breast, he existed in his own world like a sleeping angel, his handsome face was already much paler.

The drip quietly flowed into his veins, and I pulled the quilt for him. I accidentally saw Meng Chike's clothes slipping from the front of the bed. Did he take care of us both at the same time!

I stared at Ji Mingxuan in the hospital bed in a daze. Even though he was unconscious, he still felt insecure. I smoothed his brows, and I put his cool hands between my own.

His handsome profile made me fascinated, God!Let him wake up!

"Come..." At some point, Meng Chike was already standing beside me. His face was bright, but he was still tired. He handed me a cup of hot milk, sat down next to me, and looked at the IV bottle naturally.

"Is it really going to be okay?" I asked with the milk cup in my hand.

"The doctor said that if you don't wake up for a week, you are in a vegetative state. Today is only the fourth day." Meng Chike's eyes sank, as if the matter had nothing to do with him, perhaps his concern was irreplaceable.

On the fourth day, has he been without sleep for four days?

(End of this chapter)