a small sip, "How long has your mother been here""Not too long...""Zhao Yu smiled and said, 'Is it hot'"Xiang Wan replied with a casual "Just right," and continued sipping her porridge."Wanwan—" Zhao...Her mind kept replaying the image of He Hanchuan putting his suit jacket on her, and the feeling of his wet shirt clinging to his body. The thought made it even harder for her to fall asleep.

"Click!"向晚 turned on the bedside lamp, sat up, and got out of bed with a face that wasn't looking so good. She walked to the door 。She remembered that He Hanchuan usually prepared a medical kit, which should have fever medicine inside. 。But she grabbed the doorknob and twisted it, the door opened, but she didn't go out, and then she closed the door again. 。He had a fever and was sick, what did it have to do with her向晚 lay back on the bed with a tight face, curling up in the quilt, holding her knees with both hands, frowning and closing her eyes. 。I hardly slept all night. 。 >>向晚 sat up with a splitting headache, putting on her shoes and going downstairs a little faster than usual.d slightly. He seemed to want to ask something, but when his gaze fell upon Jiang Qing Ran, he closed his mouth again, a look of entanglement and pain in his eyes."Miss Lin has a grudge against Xiang...