When Shen 13th came in, he locked the door of the ward back, kissed him, and climbed to the bed without facial expression. Liang Feifei could not do anything with him.

After a while, he found that he had the courage to play with his sick clothes.

The sick clothes are as loose as pajamas. Shen's thirteen hands are as relaxed as ants in her heart.

"Why are you so bad?" Liang Feifei could not make trouble with him, so he simply moved some places to let Shen 13 have a number to rest.

It's cold winter now. Even with air-conditioning on, there's a chill in the room. That's why...