His body was so hot that his whole body felt like it was on fire. No matter how hard he struggled, his body felt as if acupuncture points had been stabbed and he couldn't move. Only his double eyelids could barely open.
Qi Shujian opened his eyes with difficulty and saw a vague and familiar figure busy.
There was a basin of water beside the bed. Murong Ge soaked the towel in cold water, wrung it out, and applied it to Qi Shujian's forehead. When he saw his eyes slowly opening, he felt happy: "Are you awake? How do you feel?
Are you feeling better?"
Qi Shujian closed his eyes, opened them again, and spoke with difficulty in his hoarse throat: "What time is it... now?"
How long had he slept? He vaguely remembered that today was the day he had agreed with the King of Hell. He fainted when he stood up and was about to set off!
"It's already midnight, why are you asking? Are you still thinking about having a martial arts competition with the King of Hell?" Murong Ge glared at him angrily: "Look at you, you are so sick, and you still want to compete in martial arts, you are such a person
I don’t want my life! No matter how good my martial arts is, what’s the use? If my life is lost, what’s the use..."
She kept chattering and chanting, her hands were not idle, and she kept changing the towel on his forehead...
Qi Shujian's head was a little dizzy, but every word she said came to his ears so clearly. He frowned slightly. She was noisy and annoying, but she understood every word he said.
It was all for his own good... Thinking of this, a warm current flowed into his heart, warming his usually cold and heartless heart.
Does she care about him? Without a doubt, yes!
It was the first time that someone cared about him so much, and he was inevitably a little touched. She had done so many things for him and took care of him so carefully. What was her purpose?
A faint burning smell reached the tip of his nose, and Murong Ge screamed: "Ah, my medicine--" After saying that, he ran quickly to the fire.