Fu Ling smoothly entered his bedroom from Shen Muyan's balcony, knowing that his worries were not unnecessary.

If Shen Muyan was awake, she should have been pointed at the cold muzzle the moment she stepped into the bedroom.

But not now.

There was no light in the room, and a faint moonlight filtered through the balcony, as if sprinkled with a thin veil.

Through the dim light, Fu Ling found that the large European-style bed in the bedroom was empty.

Walking forward, I noticed a figure on the carpet next to the bed.

Fu Ling: "......"

That 'bang', is it rolling out of bed in the middle of the night?

Out of instinct, Fu Ling squatted down beside Shen Muyan and stretched out his hand.

As a result, the moment his fingertips touched his skin, he was violently grabbed by his wrist and pulled it, and folded it to the side.

Fu Ling was defenseless, and was pulled off the plate unsteadily and pounced forward.

She knelt on the ground with her knees crooked, and most of her body involuntarily pressed against Shen Muyan on the ground.

Fu Ling used his other hand to support his other side, so as not to make himself weightless.

But the force in her wrist was so great that it seemed to break her hand bones.

"What for!"

As soon as Shen Muyan spoke, his voice was hoarse and dry, as if it came directly from his throat.

Fu Ling immediately frowned.

The hand on her wrist was not only strong, but also hot.

She knew that it was impossible for Shen Muyan to lie on the ground without moving.

I originally wanted to see what the situation was, but who knew he was coming out like this.

Fu Ling lowered his voice slightly and said, "Mr. Shen, this is in your own home, why are you so vigilant?" ”

While speaking, Fu Ling struggled, but instead of breaking out her own hand, Shen Muyan pulled her hand tighter.

Fu Ling couldn't hold it anymore, and even his head hit his heart, and there was a dull sound of 'dong dong dong' in his ears.

His chest was throbbing, and the burning heat of her heartbeat made her slightly cool cheeks gradually become hot.

Shen Muyan snorted, his lips moved slightly, and he said after a while: "It's you ......"

The scorching breath sprayed on Fu Ling's neck, and when she subconsciously dodged, she found that the hand on her wrist was slightly loose, and she immediately struggled hard, and finally pulled it back.

Fu Ling said as he got up, "Mr. Shen, you have a fever. ”

She rubbed her scratched wrist, but didn't wait for a response from the man on the ground.

Fu Ling got up and turned on the light, and when he looked back, he found that Shen Muyan's handsome face was slightly red, and the temperature on his forehead was even hotter.

As far as she knew, Shen Muyan had stayed in Shen's house for the past few days and hadn't gone out much, how could she have a fever?

His eyes fell on him, Fu Ling's eyes were slightly condensed, and he suddenly reached out and unbuttoned his pajamas.

Several wounds that should have been scabbed over turned out to be cracked open.

Fu Ling stretched out his hand, his fingertips running over the edge of the wound, and examined it carefully.

Her hands were very cold, touching the hot skin, and the skin around Shen Muyan couldn't help but shrink a few times.

Fu Ling withdrew his hand, his face was not very good-looking.

Look at this situation, it's infected.

But it shouldn't!

She had dealt with it a long time ago, how could it be infected.

His eyes fell on Shen Muyan's face, and Fu Ling suddenly remembered that when he went downstairs to drink water in the middle of the night, when he returned to the room, he had said that she was not doing her duty.

Later, she bumped into the scene of changing clothes......

I'm afraid that because of this, the wound was ruptured, and because of what happened that night, I subconsciously avoided contact with her, so I was infected for two days.