Lan Xiao's heart couldn't help but tremble. Where's Wen Muchu?
Where did he go? Could something have happened to him?
She suddenly sat up from the bed.
She lifted the blanket and wanted to get off the bed, but her body didn't move. She was in so much pain that she gasped.
She fell back onto the bed again, her eyes tearing up from the pain.
Only then did he notice the marks on his body.
Lan Xiao couldn't help but smile bitterly. She scratched her head and shyly covered herself with the blanket again, rolling around in bed.
On one hand, she was worried about Wen Muchu's condition, but on the other hand, she was so shy that she did not want to get up.
She was even more curious about what she should say to Wen Muchu later.
She didn't dare to face him.
Sigh, how vexing.
She hugged the blanket, getting more and more excited as she thought about it.
He couldn't help but chuckle.
At the same time, he also felt a slight sense of loss.
