"Yes, my husband."
By the time li junyu put ruan Mengmeng on the bed, she had almost lost consciousness.
She was still awake, but her head was already heavy.
She only felt that her skin was burning up. Only when she hugged li junyu and rubbed her face against his body could the waves of heat that were gnawing at her heart subside a little.
Mengmeng, be good, Yueyue, listen to me, Yueyue. li junyu had only wanted to put ruan Mengmeng on the bed first.
But just as her hand left, it was pulled back unwillingly by the little kitten.
The young lady turned over, and her soft and tender body hugged li junyu's thin waist. She was originally going to push him towards the bed.
In the end, because of the medicine, his body became weak and his strength went off course.
She almost pushed Lord tyrant onto the bedside table.
