Looking at this familiar and warm face, the hands of the night could not help touching it, but this touch made him feel that Bai Qiuling was not right.

Hanxiao put her hand on Bai Qiuling's forehead at night, which confirmed his idea more, "How could you have a fever?" Hanxiao began to be anxious at night. He rushed to call Jiang Chengchen and forgot the time.

"Hello, who? What are you doing in the middle of the night? Let no one sleep!" Jiang, who was asleep, was indeed woken up by the telephone and responded lazily with an air of waking up.

"Jiang Cheng-chen, Bai Qiuling has a fever....