"Plop....

Everything is a matter of moments, Mu Fan fell directly to the ground with a thud, his eyes became blurry, and he couldn't control his body at all, probably because the whiplash was not dealt with at all last night and knelt on the ground all night, the cold wind entered the body, and he didn't sleep all night, and the first thing he did the next day was not to rest and heal the injury

mouth, but instead he bracked up his body and came to the school to find Yan Bai.

Under various factors, Mu Fan's body couldn't stand it no matter how strong he was, and he fell directly to the ground, showing a weakness that had never been shown in front of people.

Yan Bai stepped forward slowly, Mu Fan, who was lying on the ground, seemed to be a little unconscious, his lips were pale, but his face was red, Yan Bai reached out and reached out, touching a piece of piping hot.

.... Mu Fan squinted his eyes, trying his best to keep his consciousness from being chaotic, but when people are the weakest and most chaotic, they are prone to do things beyond reason, for example, now, Mu Fan stretched out his hand and grabbed Yan Baitan's hand on his forehead, and he grabbed it so tightly that he couldn't shake it off at all, the hot temperature in his hand was transmitted to Yan Bai's fingertips, and his voice was hoarse but exceptionally clear.

"Why.... It's you.

Anyone in this world can be a poppy murderer, but why is it Yan Bai, there is a thick inhibition in his voice, and he wrinkles his brows.

This sentence or another meaning, why would he be soft-hearted and protective of her.

After saying this, Mu Fan didn't hear Yan Bai's answer, he couldn't hold it anymore and fainted, and the last thing he saw was Yan Bai's face, hazy and out of reach, like... It was far, far away from him, and it was impossible to touch it at all.

"The host is big, Mu Fan is curious.... 14 looked at Mu Fan who had passed out in confusion, such Mu Fan was very strange, and it didn't fit his usual personality at all.

Yan Bai just looked at Mu Fan, his eyes were fixed on the marks on Mu Fan's shoulders, the traces of whipping, the pale pink lips outlined and raised, the laughter was smart, and the eyes were lowered and muttered.

"Pounce.... Mu Fan, I, am an emotionless person, and I will not be moved. The voice was cold and indifferent, and the gaze was as calm as water.

When Mu Fan woke up, he saw a white ceiling, surrounded by the smell of disinfectant water, and a female doctor in a white coat walked aside, very young, with a flushed face, and seemed to be looking at him quite embarrassed.

"What's wrong with me?" Mu Fan's memory returned, and he roughly remembered that he had gone to ask Yan Bai to sit down, and what happened later, Mu Fan only remembered that he fainted.

"This gentleman, hello, it was a little girl who sent you to the hospital, you have a high fever, and now you need to lie in bed and recuperate, we have examined you, the wounds on your back are infected, this high fever is caused by infection and cold, and now you are hanging the potion, and the little girl has given you medicine for the injury on your back. The female doctor spoke, and now Mu Fan was lying on the bed, with a dense wound on his back that had been whipped, which looked extremely scary.

"That.... Twilight looked around, his gaze hesitant, as if trying to find Yan Bai's figure, but in the end he didn't see anything.

"The little girl was going to school and had already left, and when she was leaving, she seemed to have written something for you and put it in your pocket.