Su Ruan looked at the scar. It had been so many years and it still hadn't disappeared. Now, there's even a new wound.
She said while treating the wound, "Other than having a good time, what else can you do?"
When the cotton swab touched the wound, Mo Chengxu frowned and snorted.
Su Ruan looked up at Mo Chengxu. Seeing that he was frowning, she loosened her grip on him.
By the time she was done packing, Mo Chengxu was already in a deep sleep. She placed her hand on his forehead. His fever has not subsided.
She retracted her hand and sat at the side to wait.
At four in the morning, Mo Chengxu's fever finally subsided.
Su Ruan took the thermometer to measure his temperature. After his temperature returned to normal, she stood up and left the villa.
When Mo Chengxu woke up, it was already noon the next day.
He opened his eyes and stared at the familiar floor-to-ceiling window in a daze for a while.
This is his villa?
