YanJingchen made a gesture of "shush" and looked at Amanda.

　　Mu Zhiyao Anshun looked in the direction of his gaze. At this time, Amanda was sleeping soundly on her side. Her loose vest was lifted to her shoulder, revealing the blisters on her back. YanJingchen grabbed her restless hands in her sleep, flapping them one by one.

　　The blame in Mu Zhian's mouth rolled in her throat, but she finally didn't say anything.

　　In the past few days, the blisters and scabs on Amanda's back were often scratched by her hands. She didn't expect that YanJingchen would fan her to relieve her itch every day. No wonder she saw the...