Yun Tassel hugged Fang Yingfei, who was sleeping groggyly, and was in his Chinese New Year's Eve, but there was no trace of New Year's flavor for him.

Cold pot and cold stove, on the table are dumplings sent by Bai Rongwei, which have been cold since noon. Since the end of yesterday's meeting, Fang Yingfei has been having a high fever, talking nonsense, and sometimes even breathing poorly.

The back of his hand as he held her became numb from holding one position for so long.

"Fei'er, be good, sleep by yourself for a while, I'll go and come in with firewood."

Yun Tassel finally put Fang Yingfei on the kang.

I looked at the charcoal fire in the kang, and sure enough......

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