The light in the living room was a little dim, and on the floor at the doorway, a few sneakers were lying messily.

Yu Wanwan changed his slippers, stood at the door of his house, and shouted a few times hesitantly: "Han Ye, Han Ye?? ”

The room was silent, and there was no response at all.

Are you asleep??

Yu Wanwan put down his schoolbag, walked lightly to the door of Han Ye's bedroom, and stretched out his hand to push the door open.

The curtains in his room were not drawn, and it was just as the sun was setting, and an orange afterglow outside the window was spilling onto the floor through the glass window.

On the large bed in the center of the room, there was a figure lying there wrapped in a quilt, and a bowl was placed on the bedside table next to it.

Yu Wanwan walked to the side of the bed and glanced at Han Ye who was lying on the bed, his face was pale, there were two faint flushes on his cheeks, a pair of delicate eyebrows wrinkled tightly in his sleep, he looked very cold, and the quilt was wrapped tightly around his body.

She reached out and gently probed his forehead, the temperature of her palm burning alarmingly.

She turned her head again to look at the bowl on the bedside table, there was a small half bowl of potion in it, but when she reached out and touched the edge of the bowl, it was already cold.

It is estimated that when Shen Liangyu sent her a message, this bowl of medicine was already on the bedside table, and it was already evening, obviously this guy didn't drink medicine at all.

Yu Wanwan couldn't help frowning, she picked up the medicine bowl on the bedside table, took it to the kitchen, put it in the microwave to heat it up, and then brought it back, stood by the bed, and called Han Ye in a low voice: "Han Ye, Han Ye, get up and drink the medicine......"

Han Ye, who was originally in a daze in his sleep, only felt a burst of cold and heat on his body, he had obviously wrapped the quilt tightly, but he still felt very cold, but after a while, he felt that it was too hot to work.

Just as he was uncomfortably hot and cold, a familiar voice whispered his name in his ear.

It sounded familiar, he must have heard it somewhere, but in his sleep, he couldn't even remember whose voice it was.

"Han Ye, Han Ye!!" Yu Wanwan saw that he shouted him several times but did not respond, so he increased the volume and shouted him a few more times.

"Hmm......" Han also opened his eyes in a daze, the light in the room was a little dim, and there was a person standing vaguely next to his bed.

The golden afterglow of the sunset outside the window sprinkled on her body, gilding her body with a light golden halo, on her fair and pink cheeks, a pair of big black and white eyes were looking at him with concern, and a few strands of long silky hair fell along her slender neck and fell on her shoulders, obviously there was no wind in the room, but he felt as if there was a breeze blowing at this moment.

At that moment, Han Ye suddenly felt as if he had seen an angel in a haze.

"Han Ye, are you awake??" Yu Wanwan stood on the edge of the bed, watching him finally open his eyes slowly, and suddenly sat beside him with some surprise, took the medicine bowl in his hand and said, "Quick, drink the medicine obediently." ”

The familiar and unpleasant smell of medicine immediately filled Han Ye's snort again.

Han Ye couldn't help frowning, the angel holding the medicine bowl, then it was not an angel.

And why does this angel look so much like Yu Wanwan??

Could it be that he really thinks about it day and dreams at night?