A burst of pain came, Luo Fuxi slowly opened his eyes, he was sweating profusely lying on the soft couch, this is the boudoir of Meng Pozhuang Seventeen. Luo Fuxi sat up slowly, she was a little weak, what happened to her just now?

"Awake?"

Following the prestige, Yang Yuanhui was standing next to his soft couch with a faint smile on his face. Yang Yuanhui sat down next to Luo Fuxi, and then reached out and touched Luo Fuxi's forehead, wiping off the dense sweat on her forehead for her.

His voice was very soft, "You see how trustworthy I am, if I don't let you experience the pain of Shuhua's death, then ......

Chapter 155 of "Floating Chronicles" Old things are being hit in the hand, please wait a while,

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