In the morning, at eight o'clock, the warm morning sun shines through the curtains into the simple room.

Ning Zhiyuan's eyebrows moved, slowly opened his deep eyes and looked at the bright light. He paused for a moment, then suddenly recovered.

he immediately put his hand over the forehead of Li Jiaren in his arms. He felt that his temperature was normal. He was relieved. Fortunately, he didn't burn again.

Ning Zhiyuan patted Li Jiaren on the cheek and said softly, "Jiaren? Beautiful woman... Wake up... "

"HMM." Li Jia Ren murmured, clapped the hand on her face softly, opened a slit of eyes and immediately closed again.

it's better...