Boo leaned in front of him and fell asleep.

I didn't see him wake up.

Lan Jueming only felt that his whole body was sore, and his body seemed to be gnawed by ants.

The sweat on his forehead came out little by little.

It felt like I was in a misty forest and needed to find an exit.

And, as if he couldn't find an exit, he would fall apart in an instant.

That feeling made him uncomfortable.

"Xiao Mu," he called in a low voice.

Although Lu Xiaomu's name was shouted, there seemed to be chaos in his head.

Hearing his voice in his sleep, he opened his eyes and looked at his son-in-law who had woken up and stared straight at him.

She quickly rubbed her eyes.

"Childe, are you feeling better?"

Lan Jueming couldn't hear what she was saying at all, only saw the small lips moving.

It made his heart go crazy.

The frequency of the Adam's apple micro-movements is a bit faster.

Boo looked at him without saying a word, and continued.

"Childe, you don't drink well, you have to drink less in the future, look at you, you are drunk unconscious, it hurts your body." I was very distressed.

But Lan Jue couldn't hear it at all, and his brain was a little out of his control.

Her eyes were just staring at her, there was longing, and there were things that surprised her, she didn't understand.

I felt that the son at this moment was the son she had never seen.

"Childe, what's wrong with you?" He asked, looking at him not quite normally.

Lan Jue shook his head vigorously, but he still couldn't change his current situation.

Subconsciously, there seems to be a little bit of a feeling, but the brain is not under its control.

"Huh," his gentle voice called.

"Uh-huh, it's me, Alega and I are here to pick you up." As he spoke, his little hand reached over and touched his hand.

When he touched his hot hand, his eyes puffed up.

"Childe, why are you so hot? Do you have a fever? ”

She reached out and touched his forehead.

But his forehead was cold.

I don't understand what's going on?

Childe is drunk, how can his hands be so hot? The forehead is still cold.

"Childe, are you feeling unwell?" Hum asked.

Lan Jueming didn't speak, just looked at him, his internal organs were constantly burning.

It burned to the point that he almost collapsed.

In his hallucination, he seemed to see the figure in front of him as Lu Xiaomu again.

Several ghosts shook in front of their eyes.

His brain was in chaos again.

"Kiss me, kiss me." He said vaguely.

Hearing his words, his little face turned a little red, and half of it was red.

She bit her lip.

"Childe, what did you say?" Childe is so abnormal today, so abnormal that she doesn't seem to know him anymore.

After so many years by his side, she had never seen him so cowardly.

Lan Jue's throat kept moving, and the beads of sweat on his forehead became more and more.

The hand reached out a little uncontrollably, and grabbed the hand of the man.

The small, soft and boneless hands seemed to have a magic spell, which made him a little.

Boo was instantly frightened.

"Childe", she was both scared and wanted to refuse and welcome.

The man she liked grabbed her hand, not to mention how beautiful it felt.

But seeing a different son from usual, her heart was worried and flustered.

Lan Jue's lips moved, and he continued.

"Kiss me," his parched lips moved, as uncomfortable as if they were about to be scorched by the fire.

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