Lan Xiao immediately stood up, pulled on his slippers, and moved a few steps towards the window sill, chuckling as he moved.
no, Yingying, it's fine. I'm in good health now. I don't need a drip.
Wen Muchu didn't say a word and looked at her with a pair of dark eyes.
Lan Xiao's hair stood on end under his gaze and he muttered in his heart, " Why did she feel that Wen Muchu was acting a little strange when she woke up?
She couldn't tell what was strange about it, but there was a hint of coldness all over her body, as well as a hint of unfathomable depth and hostility.
She was a little afraid of Wen Muchu.
come here. Wen Muchu sat on the edge of the bed and patted the space beside him, calling her over indifferently.
Lan Xiao pursed her lips and swallowed quietly. She looked at him with some apprehension.
"Yingluo, you won't hit me, right?"
hehehe. Wen Muchu sneered as his eyes were filled with helplessness.
