Ling Fei'er came to the door of Murong Jue's room and kept knocking on his door. But there was still no response.

"Jue, are you there? It's almost late now, you're still sleeping." Ling Feier kept shouting, but there was still no sound coming from inside, "Jue? Did I go in?"

Ling Fei'er, who couldn't wait any longer, finally pushed open the door of Murong Jue's room.

As soon as he entered, a strong and unpleasant smell was introduced into Ling Fei'er's nose. The smell made Ling Fei'er retreat outside the door.

"Holy shit, what's the smell?" Ling Fei'er could only guess one of the smells inside, the smell of blood, and one that was very pungent to her nose. She didn't want to go in, but in order to find out what happened to Murong Jue, she

I had to kick hard and the door was kicked open.

Murong Jue's figure attracted her attention, "Jue! What's wrong with you?" Murong Jue fell on the bed, motionless. There were no signs of treatment on the wound on his hand, but it had formed a solid shape. Ling Fei

Regardless of the smell inside, she rushed in and hugged Murong Jue.

"Jue, what's wrong with you?" A warm liquid flowed out of Ling Fei'er's eyes, and she knew that she was crying for him. Seeing Murong Jue like this, she was really sad.

"Jue? Wake up...what's wrong with you?" Ling Fei'er put her hand on Murong Jue's forehead. It was exactly the same as when she touched Han Keying's forehead just now. He was also sick! This made Ling Fei

The son became panicked.

"Jue, you have a high fever...now now...I'm going to find a doctor, yes, I'm going to find a doctor!" Just when Ling Fei'er was about to rush out to find a doctor, a hand held her.

"Jue! You woke up... It's all my fault... Wuwu~" Ling Fei'er saw Murong Jue opening her eyes slightly, and more tears flowed down.

Murong Jue shook his head, "Fei'er, I'm fine... just stay with me... don't leave me..."

"No! Jue, you have a high fever, and the injury on your hand has not been treated. Just wait for me, I will call the doctor." Murong Jue wanted to continue to hold her hand, but he did not use any strength.

Ling Fei'er also left the room. Thinking of Ling Fei'er's anxious expression on him just now, Murong Jue felt very comfortable. This illness was also good for him.
Chapter completed!