At this time, she didn't want to disturb him too much, so as not to upset him.

Jian Anning quietly retreated.

Yemo slept in a high fever that did not go away.

In the midst of a nightmare, he had a dream.

In the dream, the woman provoked him unscrupulously......

Yemo didn't sleep long before he was awakened again.

"Huh." A low, self-deprecating smile came out of his mouth, he had recently been under the daze of this woman, and he even thought about her when he slept.

In a depressed mood, he suddenly wanted to smoke a cigarette, but his eyes scanned around the bedroom, but he couldn't even find the shadow of the cigarette case.

He was a little rude and pulled out the needle from his hand, lifted the quilt, put on a pair of slippers, and went downstairs, straight to the hall.

Just at the corner of the spiral staircase, he saw several figures sitting on the sofa in the hall, it was Jian Anning and a few maids, they were sitting together and talking happily......

Those servants seemed to regard Jian Anning as the hostess here, although they had a flattering smile on their faces, they could see that they still really liked Jian Anning, at least compared with Luo Yan, they were more willing to regard Jian Anning as the hostess here.

Yemo suddenly didn't want to go downstairs, he seemed to have some intention of dodging, although it was in his own home, he didn't know why he was hiding.

But before he could move his steps and turn around, Jian Anning found him.

"Night ......"

She got up from the couch, trotted up the stairs in her high heels, came to him, stood a few steps below him, and looked up at him.

"Night, are you awake? Is it hungry or ......"

"No, I'm looking for a cigarette." After Yemo finished speaking indifferently, he swept past Jian Anning without saying a word and walked downstairs.

Jian Anning lowered his gaze to look at his figure going downstairs, and by chance, he caught a glimpse of a dark red on the back of Ye Mo's hand that was hanging on his side, and after a closer look, he found that it was bloodstains, it turned out that Ye Mo had pulled out a needle and was bleeding.

Jian Anning's eyebrows furrowed slightly, and she hurriedly followed.

When Yemo walked down the hall, the maids who were originally sitting on the sofa knew that they were rude, like frightened birds, they bounced up, lowered their heads, and apologized again and again: "I'm sorry, Mr. Night, it's not big or small, I'm sorry, we were wrong......"

Yemo only felt that their voices were extremely noisy.

"All out."

"Yes!" After receiving the pardon, the servants were relieved and ran away.

Yemo bent down, took a cigarette and a lighter on the coffee table and wanted to go upstairs, but as soon as he turned around, he was stopped by Jian Anning.

She pulled his hand directly, snatched the cigarette and lighter and threw them back to the coffee table, and then found a few medical swabs from nowhere, she pointed the swabs at his bleeding wound and held them gently.

"Night, quit your smoking addiction, at least during the time you are recuperating, don't smoke." Jian Anning said softly, without even raising her head, she just stared at the wound on his hand distressedly.

Yemo quietly pulled it back, and Jian Anning just wanted to say something, but Yemo took the cotton swab from her hand and held it down by herself.

"I see, thank you for your kindness."

Yemo turned around, planning to go back upstairs to sleep, but was suddenly stopped by Jian Anning.

"Night, why don't you want the Star Emperor?" Jian Anning blurted out a question.

She just wanted to know!

The Star Emperor is a memory shared by her and Yemo.

The Star Emperor used to accompany her and Yemo to grow and grow together, and now she is very heartbroken to see Yemo abandon it......