Jiang Dushen was tossed by her all night, and finally lay down and squinted for a while, and the woman next to her began to hum again.

Why is there so much trouble with this woman's fever?

Jiang Dushen stood up impatiently, and his long narrow eyes froze.

Her thick eyelashes fluttered, tears were streaming from her eyes, and even the hair around her ears was soaked.

He shook and tried to wake her up, "Mu Yunsheng, Mu Yunsheng?"

She seemed to be immersed in some kind of pain, and the tears continued to fall, and she couldn't wake her up at all.

Jiang Dushen stroked her forehead, fortunately, the temperature had dropped.

She struggled even more, as if in her sleep, "I hate you... I hate you..."

Jiang Dushen leaned close to her lips to hear what she was saying, but she just repeated the sentence, "I hate you..."

Hate whom?

Did she hate him? Did she blame herself for putting her in a mental hospital?

He looked down at her face, not knowing what terrible dreams she was having.

Just looking at her moist eyelashes and frowning eyebrows, it's too pitiful.

For the first time, Jiang Dushen felt that what he had done might have gone too far.

In that kind of place, what kind of place can she stay in as a normal person? No wonder her temperament has changed drastically.

He pulled out a few pieces of paper to help her wipe the tears from the corners of her eyes, and then called her, "Mu Yunsheng, wake up, Mu Yunsheng?"

The woman still couldn't wake up.

The sword eyebrows were instantly pinched together, and the dark eyes looked at the woman's non-stop muttering lips, and the ghost made him bow his head and bite it.

As a bystander, he once again experienced the song of the Song Dynasty in the past, and he couldn't wait to kill the pair of dog men and women.

Her heart hurt so much, it hurt so much that she felt like she was going to die, and suddenly her breath seemed to be taken away, and it was like a boulder pressed on her body, which made her even more uncomfortable.

She struggled, her body moving and pushing, and Jiang Dushen felt the reaction under her, and the movement on her lips became harder.

Her slender eyelashes fluttered, and slowly, she opened her eyes.

With a magnified handsome face in front of him, Mu Yunsheng pushed him hard after seeing who it was, but he had no strength when he was sick, and the soft struggle was more like a fluttering desire to refuse and welcome.

Jiang Dushen let go of her, and her eyebrows seemed to be full of teasing, "Awake?"

Mu Yunsheng's consciousness slowly returned to its place, her eyes widened, she looked around, and then looked down at the clothes on her body, "Who changed my clothes?"

"What do you say, stupid woman?"

Mu Yunsheng tried hard to remember last night, but she didn't remember it at all.

A smile tugged at the side of his lips, and he spoke, his voice becoming low and restrictive, "I changed it." ”

"I was going to ask Dye to help, but you know what she does. ”

He spoke unhurriedly, "You have a high fever of 38 degrees 7, I helped you take a hot bath last night, changed your clothes by the way, and served you all night." ”

"What? The contract clearly says that the two of them keep their distance. ”

She didn't know whether she was angry or ashamed, scratching her hair frantically, her face flushed, "I want to divorce you." ”

"Mu Yunsheng", he suddenly frowned, solemnly, "Don't you know that men can't withstand temptation in the morning?"

His eyes were fixed on her, Mu Yunsheng lowered his eyes, grabbed the pillow on the side and threw it at him.

Jiang Dushen caught the pillow accurately and unbuttoned his shirt coldly.

Mu Yunsheng looked at him defensively, "What are you going to do?"

The man's handsome face was angry, "Sleep." ”

She instantly moved down from the bed and saw him lying on the bed with a tired face, and there was even a faint layer of dark circles under his eyes.