Li Jiaren is still in a trance. She would rather go to the bedside first and sit down. Her warm hand immediately reaches to her forehead, feeling her temperature and anxiously pursuing: "is it uncomfortable for her? Is it hard? "

at this time, Li Jiaren's brain is still muddled. She asked foolishly, "you, how are you here?"

"I'll take you back. Let's go see a doctor..."

she would rather reach out to pick up Li Jiaren, but when she saw his extended hand, her mind immediately recalled the scene that she was severely pushed away last night.

Li Jia's chest anger surged up again. She raised her hand without...