Hua Weiluo did not hesitate to take the bowl of Chinese medicine this time, letting the thick bitter taste rage on the tip of her tongue, she carefully fed all the medicinal juice in the bowl to Zhishan little by little.

After feeding the bowl of medicine, Hua Weiluo carefully wiped the medicinal juice that leaked from the corner of Zhishan's lips, and then put him back on the bed.

After a few moments, his pale lips began to gradually become a little bloody, and his almost transparent cheeks slowly recovered.

Hua Weiluo looked at Zhishan with a look of surprise, and couldn't help but reach out and touch his palm, although it was still a little cold, but it was no longer as cold as just now.

"Little junior brother...... Hua Weiluo held his palms tightly with a pair of small hands, pressed his slightly cool palms against his cheeks, trying to transmit some heat to him, and said, "Little junior brother...... Can you hear me......"

Zhishan's eyes were tightly closed, and there was still no reaction, but there were some blood-colored lips just now, and the color began to fade again at this moment.

Hua Weiluo felt his palm, just now there was a trace of warmth, but at this moment it seemed to have a tendency to return to coldness, and he couldn't help but feel anxious in his heart, and pounced on Zhishan's body, two crystal clear tears instantly dripped on his coat, "Little junior brother, don't you return to a cold appearance so quickly......"

She leaned over slightly, as if she had finally made up her mind, and a pair of warm lips kissed his white and slender neck, and ten slender jade fingers gently brushed away the shirt on his chest.

His white and strong chest was presented to her without reservation.

Hua Weiluo's slender little hands gently caressed his slippery skin, and the slightly cool touch of her fingertips made her tears finally fall straight down like beads with broken threads.

Why...... Why did the little junior brother who had proposed to him well in the past know be lying on the bed without any reaction at the moment, no matter how she called him, there was no response.

She had already decided to marry him, and she was looking forward to being his bride with peace of mind when these things were over, but why did their cave house go under such circumstances......

Hua Weiluo wept and gently kissed his white jade-like skin, warm tears and soft lips fell on his chest at the same time.

Zhishan only felt as if he was being soaked in an endless sea of ice, and the temperature was so low that he almost mistakenly thought that he was dead.

But suddenly there was a burst of warmth from his body, with a hint of wetness, which made him seem to regain a little consciousness.

He tried to open his eyes, but he couldn't, and a familiar call came from his ears, and he wanted to answer, but he couldn't do it after all.

It's just that the bursts of warmth coming from his body seem to slowly converge into a warm bonfire, he only feels that there seems to be a flame beating around in his body, his unconscious fingertips moved slightly, and two syllables came out of his throat vaguely: "Luo'er......"

The figure of the flower did not fall slightly, and he looked up at Zhishan's face in disbelief, his eyes were still tightly closed, and his delicate eyebrows were frowning tightly even after fainting.