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He tightened his grip on her hand slightly and asked somewhat bewilderedly, "Why don't you come up and sleep together?"
"It's fine if you sleep, I'll watch you sleep."
Mai Xiaomai sobbed, "Just now, that sleep of mine almost led to a big disaster. I won't be fond of sleep anymore, not until you get better."
Qiao Chutian stretched out his limbs a little and found that his whole body ached and his bones hurt as if they were torn apart, while the wound on his back was also throbbing with a burning pain.
His head hurt too, as if it were being pricked by thousands of needles.
"Did something happen to me?"
Qiao Chutian looked at her and asked.
"There was a large-area infection of the wound, leading to acute sepsis. It's all my fault for sleeping too deeply and not noticing your fever."
Mai Xiaomai clutched his hand guiltily, "I'm really not a competent wife."
"Indeed, you are not a competent wife."
"Mhm."
Mai Xiaomai nodded her head sorrowfully.
