In the early morning, a cold wind blew into the room, and the thin girl lying on the bed let out a faint moan, and her pale face was full of sickness.

Hongjian walked into the room with the medicine bowl, saw the completely open window, and walked over with the bowl on the table in surprise: "Why is this window open?" ”

Baozhu, who was sleeping in a daze on the couch, was woken up, rolled over impatiently wrapped in the quilt, and glared at her angrily: "It's blown away by the wind, what's all the fuss!" ”

"But I remember last night, I was bolted......"

"Hey, with your memory, what can you remember!"

Is that so? The red note was speechless, so he had to close the window, turn around and pick up the medicine bowl and walk to the bed.

"Miss, it's time to drink the medicine." She said softly.

The girl on the bed frowned, her expression was a little painful, she didn't open her eyes for a long time, as if she had fallen into some nightmare, and she couldn't hear her voice.

Hongjian's eyes were slightly red, and he reached out and touched the girl's forehead, and suddenly burst into tears: "Why is it getting hotter and hotter, how is this good, Miss...... Miss, wake up, drink the medicine......"

Baozhu frowned and glanced at them, but did not speak, with a little disgust and disgust in his eyes, and a little inexplicable joy.

Su Mengbao, who was lying on the bed, struggled suddenly, grabbed the sheet tightly under the quilt with both hands, and opened his eyes suddenly, his eyes were clear, which was very inconsistent with the sick look on his face......