Yan Ruo approached him step by step, and also made sure that the person lying on the bed was indeed Rong Chen. I don't know if it's an illusion, Yan Ruo only felt that as soon as she saw Rong Chen, her neck began to ache faintly.

Su Bai's fingers were closed, restraining his emotions.

Yan Ruo looked at Rong Chen for a while, and saw that he didn't show any signs of waking up at all, so he couldn't help frowning, "Rong Chen? ”

Didn't get any reaction.

Yan Ruo didn't lower his voice, and shouted again, but the other party still didn't react.

Sleeping so hard?

If it weren't for the fact that he could still hear Rong Chen's somewhat rapid and short breathing, Yan Ruo would have thought he was dead.

A little off......

Yan Ruo stretched out his hand and slowly poked towards Rong Chen's head, instinctively tensing his nerves.

According to her contact with Rong Chen during the day, she felt that Rong Chen was most likely pretending to be asleep now, afraid that her neck would be choked again just after she reached out for her hand.

Fortunately, what Yan Ruo expected did not happen, and the process was still very smooth.

"Mirror Demon, you're really a crow's mouth." The corners of Yan Ruo's mouth suddenly hooked up a little arc, with a little sneer, "He really has a fever." ”

Mirror Demon: "?!! ”

It's none of my business, I don't have a crow's mouth!

The mirror demon didn't expect that he would be a prophecy, and he was a little confused.

"Yan Meiren, why does the slave family look at you and seem to be a little excited~" The mirror demon said weakly, "Probably the slave family gave birth to a delusion~"

"It's not a delusion, I'm just happy." Yan Ruo said without hesitation, "I think this is his retribution!" ”

Looking at Rong Chen's miserable appearance, Yan Ruo's original breath in his heart was a little out, and his heart was a lot more comfortable.

Let him pinch people, he deserves to be like this!

Yan Ruo had already come over with the intention of watching jokes, so at this time, he naturally approached Rong Chen, wanting to see his sickness more clearly.

However, moonshine alone is not enough.

Yan Ruo touched it for a long time before she found half of the candle, and she didn't hesitate to light the candle.

Under the mist of candlelight, the young man's sickness was illuminated.

His beautiful eyes were closed, his long eyelashes casting a small shadow on his eyelids, his face crimson, his chapped lips pursed.

Suddenly, his lips opened slightly, and some hoarse and muffled voice came out, "Thirsty...... Water...... I want water......"

As if he was in a daze and felt someone beside him, he suddenly reached out and grabbed Yan Ruo's wrist, shouting for water.

His whole face was full of morbidity and vulnerability, which already made Yan Ruo find it difficult to associate the person in front of her with the ruthless teenager during the day, and what made her feel even more ridiculous was that she seemed to hear a little grievance in Rong Chen's tone.

Yan Ruo suppressed the surprise in her heart and wanted to withdraw her hand.

She didn't know how a feverish and thin teenager could have so much strength, and she couldn't break this hand.

"Rongchen, let go!" As soon as Yan Ruo spoke, he felt that his throat was hot and painful.

It is sandy and dumb, and it does not have half a deterrent effect at all.

There is no reaction from the dust holder.

Yan Ruo struggled for a while, even if he made his wrists red, he didn't let the man go.

From the beginning of the outburst, Yan Ruo almost lost his temper later.

She held back the pain in her throat and whispered, "Spread out, I'll pour you water!" ”。

I don't know if Rong Chen really heard it, or what, he really let go of his hand.