Lan Lan, are you hurt anywhere?

After Jian ruoli's fever subsided, she gradually regained consciousness.

He slowly opened his eyes and realized that he had something on his shoulders. He turned his head and recognized it almost instantly. It was Shi qinglan's leather jacket.

The woman's light fragrance lingered in his nose ...

He vaguely remembered that he had smelled the same smell when he was in a high fever and unconscious. He couldn't help but feel touched.

"This woman ..." Jian ruoli laughed helplessly.

The man's consciousness had completely returned. He closed his eyes slightly and looked up. He had thought that Shi qinglan would be staring at him coldly from the side, but she had fallen asleep sitting opposite him!

"A woman?" He called out in a hoarse voice.

Shi qinglan was also running a fever, and her fair face was slightly pink. She sat on the ground and fell asleep, leaning against the wall. Jian ruoli's heart ached when she saw her sickly appearance.