"Because... I'm sick, here..." Ji Baimo grabbed Yan Bai's finger and pointed to his left chest. There was a heart that was beating. It was fresh and bright, and it was leaping towards Yan Bai's palm, conveying its own emotions, the complexity, anxiety and various emotions.

"My heart is sick." Ji Baimo continued to speak, his voice warm, staring at Yan Bai who was just around the corner, his lips were filled with a faint smile, which made him feel infinite tenderness and paranoid, and his tone was gentle and tired, which did not make people think that this was such a serious matter. Ji Baimo's face was not visible at all, but it was more difficult for people to figure it out, his face was as jade as gentle and gentle as gentle.

"Then... is Mo Mo's disease serious?" Yan Bai heard Ji Baimo's words, moved his wrists, and drove the chains on the shackles. He moved his body to the outside of the quilt, stretched out his head a little, and looked at Ji Baimo, probably afraid of the cold, and used his hands to tie the edges and corners of the quilt to prevent the wind from leaking in. His face was flushed, and now his eyes were full of worry, as if he was worried about Ji Baimo's body. After saying this, he stretched his hand forward.

"Mo Mo's heartbeats so fast." Yan Bai felt the degree and frequency of Ji Baimo's heartbeat. His dark eyes looked at Ji Baimo. His black and white pupils were full of Ji Baimo's appearance, and his eyes were innocent. His two pink lips opened and closed one by one, and the hands that were pressed against Ji Baimo's chest conveyed the temperature, which was warm, and it made people reluctant to let him move it away.

"It seems that Mo Mo is really sick." Yan Bai spoke again and nodded.

"Yes, I'm very sick. Actually, I'm not serious at the beginning, but..." Ji Baimo grabbed the palm of his chest, curled up the corner of his lips, and murmured softly.

"I don't know why, I met someone who was sick like me. Her place was also sick and very sick." Ji Baimo said this, stretching out his hand and pointing to Yan Bai's left chest. The location of the heart was Yan Bai's heart, which was filled with fog from beginning to end, making people not understand what was in her heart and what heart was pretending.

Ji Baimo's smile at the corner of his lips did not fade away. He took back his hand, stared at Yan Bai lying on the bed, exposed his head and rubbed Yan Bai's head.

"Two sick people met. They both wanted to cure each other's illness, but gradually, the symptoms became more and more serious, and they had serious sequelae and complications. It burst out and it was uncontrollable and irreversible. It made me terminally ill and there was no cure. Listen, it could not be cured." Ji Baimo grabbed Yan Bai's hand and placed it on his chest, as if he wanted Yan Bai to feel something, what he conveyed.

"Baibai, do you think there is any good solution?" Ji Baimo stared at Yan Bai, as if the patient was looking for a doctor for consultation and was looking for a treatment plan. Ji Baimo's eyes were extremely pious and his thin lips were pursed.
Chapter completed!