When Li slowly appeared in front of Qin Minglang's hospital bed, his eyes softened involuntarily.
Qin Minglang looked very peaceful, lying there, his beautiful and delicate appearance now stained with paleness.
However, it did not affect his magnanimity at all.
His arrogance remains as strong and aggressive as ever.
Li slowly walked to Qin Minglang's bedside, gently touched his forehead, which showed that he was having a fever, and then said to Shasha: "It's going to get hot again."
Shasha stood far away and did not enter here.
So, no matter how you look at it, you feel that Li Huanhuan and Qin Minglang are a perfect couple.
As for me, even if the sun and the moon take care of Qin Minglang, I am still separated by thousands of rivers and mountains!
Li slowly looked at Qin Minglang's legs and body, which were covered with plaster, and his eyes filled with tears involuntarily.
Occasionally, a vague sound can be heard from the man's deep and comatose voice, which can be vaguely distinguished and is clearly slow.
Li slowly pulled out a smile from the corner of his mouth and looked at Qin Minglang with a somewhat distressed look in his eyes. However, his tone was very solemn: "It's very hot.
Shasha nodded and handed over the prepared towel.
Li took it with a slow smile, then placed it on Qin Minglang's forehead, and coaxed in a low voice, like a whisper: "Minglang