C1511 Young Master Ye's Maid 1431

A weak voice entered her ears, "Aoxue, run! Don't hurt her! Don't!"

The voice was so low that it did not seem to be filled with pain and pleading. A drop of tears fell on his face. The lack of oxygen made him frown and struggle to wake up. Suddenly, a steady flow of oxygen came in from his nose again. Aoxue looked at his face that had fallen into a deep sleep again