Fu Jingxing had a fever because of a wound infection, and the temperature on his body gradually became normal after the infusion, and according to his physique, he would wake up soon. I put his hand back in the quilt and went to the kitchen to cook porridge for him. As I walked through the living room, I noticed a bowl of boiled millet porridge on the coffee table in front of the sofa, and I stopped to look at Ah Bao, who was reclining on the sofa watching the game. "You cooked it?" "No, I...

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