At this time, Lu Xiaoxiao looked very confused, but the ink did not care about anything else. Instead, she took off her shoes and sat directly beside her, covered her with a thin quilt, then put the hot water bag in her lower abdomen, while helping her wipe the cold sweat from her forehead.

"hot..."

In a coma, Lu Xiaoxiao said a word subconsciously and then tried to remove the hot water bag from his lower abdomen, but the next second was stopped by Zhu Mo.

"Don't touch it with your hands, it will burn, I can move it."

Lu Xiaoxiao didn't know if she heard it, but immediately quieted...