She walked a few more steps and looked around cautiously, only to hear his rapid and painful breathing and struggling. Her heart felt numb, but she still couldn't stop the pain of hunger and the temptation of pastries - her eyes were bright, and her delicious peaks were...
So close.
She finally plucked up the courage and walked over. At this time, Luojia had completely lost the ability to move and collapsed on the ground. His former majesty was gone. He was no longer the terrifying and ferocious king, but an endangered weakling.
. She judged and examined, and then her little mind turned around and realized that this person was sick - almost fainting.
Fever is prevalent these days. Could it be that he also got the fever that everyone talks about?
She boldly squatted beside him and remained motionless for a while. She was overjoyed, turned around quietly, and stood on tiptoe to get the cakes on the counter: osmanthus cake, red date cake, golden arhat cake... There was a burst of pain in her nose.
The aroma is attacking, and all the gluttons are rushing to the throat. They giggle, grab the nearest plate at will, and start eating.
After three pieces of pastries, she was so hungry that she didn't even taste them. She was about to get another plate when her vest was empty and was lifted heavily and thrown to the ground. Luo Jia was like a wounded tiger, his eyes were on fire.
It was really true that a tiger was bullied by a dog. This ugly girl dared to steal food while she was sick.
Perhaps due to excessive force, the clothes on Fang Fei's back were torn, and the child's chubby back was exposed to the air, white and dazzling than the cakes on her plate. She was paralyzed with fear, crying with a sad face, she was about to die.
Are you going to die for this plate of cakes?
Luojia's eyes blurred, a burst of pain hit him, he was surrounded by a chill again, his teeth chattered, he subconsciously stretched out his hand, scratched around, and suddenly touched a warm place - that was the child's warm back
, the clothes are torn to pieces at any time, exposed to the air, and the mouth is pursed. I want to cry, but I don’t dare to cry; I want to run away, but I don’t have the strength.
Luojia didn't know what it was at all. It was like a piece of hot coal delivered in time. He felt a burst of warmth, warmer than the layers of brocade quilts covering him. The stove, what he needed most at this time was the stove, but it was not as hot as the stove.