Li Beijue said two words in a loving tone.

Jiang Baobao froze and looked at him blankly. He didn't know whether to say hello first or ask what happened last night.

Then when he saw the person in front of him, he suddenly chuckled and raised his hand towards his forehead.

"It's so hard, and the fever is indeed gone."

Li Beijue's smiling voice rang in his ears, with a unique hoarseness and lowness in the early morning. Like a small hook, it gently hooked the deepest part of Jiang Baobao's heart.

Her brain, which had not yet fully activated, suddenly came up with an inappropriate idea.

They say... people are the ugliest when they first wake up...

But this guy Li Beijue looks... Why is he still a little handsome?

Jiang Baobao thought, suddenly came back to his senses, sat up hurriedly, and asked: "Did I have a fever yesterday?"

Li Beijue calmly explained: "Well, you had a high fever. I gave you medicine, and then you fell asleep."

Jiang Baobao didn't think at all and asked subconsciously: "Did you still take medicine? Why don't I have any impression?"

Hearing this, Li Beijue said nothing, but his eyes slowly and dangerously landed on Jiang Baobao's lips.

The touch there...
Chapter completed!