The next day, sang nuo felt that something was wrong when he saw that she was not downstairs.
He went to knock on the door, but only an Xiaoyang's weak voice came from inside.
Sang nuo immediately went to find the spare key to open the door, worried that it was broken.
He thought that something had happened to her inside.
However, when he really went in and saw her soft, weak, and pale little face on the bed, sang nuo heaved a sigh of relief, but at the same time, his heart also ached.
She guessed that it was time.
"How is it? are you alright?"
The hair on her forehead was wet.
what's wrong? " Santos asked softly, his brows furrowed.
An Xiaoyang avoided his hand and slowly said,"It's hot,"
His body was also hot.
Hearing this, sang nuo carried her up horizontally without a second word, his movements as gentle as possible as he carried her to his room.
Even though the weather was hot, her stomach was still cold.
