I don't know how long I slept this night, and when I woke up again, Zhao Qishan only felt dizzy, as if the muscles and bones of his body had been dismantled, and he was in severe pain, without any strength.

My lips were dry and there was no moisture, and my throat felt more uncomfortable like a fire.

"Shan'er, you've finally woken up!"

Following this eager voice to look over, Zhao Zhenshan remembered what had happened.

The man stood beside her, leaned his head against her forehead to feel the hot temperature, frowned, "Let's go to the hospital." ”

It's the middle of the night, and you can't necessarily call a doctor.

Zhao Qishan pursed his lips and shook his head.

Murong froze for a moment, knowing that she was still blaming herself, with a scarlet pain in her deep eyes, "I'm sorry, I was wrong, don't torture yourself like this, I hurt more than you......"

Zhao Zhenshan blinked his eyes in a trance, his dry lips moved, and he couldn't say a word in his throat.

Seeing this, Murong Yan hurriedly picked up a glass of water, afraid that she would choke, so he picked up the spoon again and handed it to her lips.

She really needed to sleep at this time, and she didn't refuse, so she opened her small mouth and bit the spoon and swallowed it.

After drinking a glass of water, her spirit improved slightly.

As if struggling in her heart, Murong stroked her little face and said softly, "Shan'er, what else do you want?" Still thirsty? Would you like to eat? ”

She shook her head, still not saying a word.

Murong Yan scooped her up and hugged her tightly in his arms, "Shan'er, don't be like this, you burn too much, let's go to the hospital, good, okay?" ”

She was simply torturing him like this!!

Zhao Qishan hugged him tightly and refused to let go, refused to go to the hospital even if he died, and finally opened his mouth dumbly, "I don't want to go to the hospital...... Just sweat it out. ”

She snorted, her arms slipped through the inside of his shirt, rubbed against his body through the shirt, pulled his shirt out with trembling force, and touched her hot little hands.

Murong Yan stiffened, didn't understand what she wanted to do, frowned, and walked towards the door with her in his arms.

Zhao Qishan resisted, his little hand groped and untied his belt with a "snap", and touched it more boldly, his little face pressed against his equally hot chest, "Brother Murong, let's do it......"

Murong Yan's tall figure suddenly squatted in place, he looked down at the little face in his arms, and roared, "Shan'er, don't punish me like this......"

He knew he shouldn't force her, but he couldn't stand her torture him in such a way!

Zhao Qishan bit his lip, his little hand grabbed his shirt tightly and didn't let go, and the other little hand desperately leaned down from his waist, grabbed his hot and didn't let go, and said with a pleading chok, "Let's do it again, it's good to sweat, don't you like it very much...... I'll be fine when I'm done, Brother Murong, I'm so uncomfortable now......"

Her choked voice of exclamation and accusation, coupled with the hot temperature of her palms, almost drove him crazy.

She stared at him unwillingly, her hot lips pressed against his neck, the tip of her tongue stretched out, and she gently bit his Adam's apple, "Doesn't Brother Murong like it?" Don't you remember, two years ago in my bedroom, you almost asked me for ......"

Zhao Qishan's warm eyes were filled with tears, his soft arms hugged him tightly, and his slender and soft body seemed to melt into his arms.

Murong Yan's eyes were tightly closed, and love-lust and pain were entangled and burning his brain.