Unconsciously, another hour passed, Ye Cheng still maintained the original position, body motionless, but the face of that gorgeous and bizarre red has all faded clean, eyebrows are no longer locked, and finally returned to the level of normal people.

Yecheng's body will continue to produce white smoke. To be exact, it should be water mist. Zhang Kejia, who is waiting beside him, feels that if brother Ye keeps doing this, then the central humidifier at home can be thrown away. At this time, Ye Cheng looks like a Buddha, and the smoke is like the incense offered to him by devout men and women. Zhang Kejia was a little...