She lifted the quilt and got out of bed carefully.

But as soon as I got out of bed, my body felt a little unsteady.

My head is dizzy.

I don’t know if it’s the sequelae of drinking, or because of other reasons?

She subconsciously touched her forehead and found that... her forehead was actually a little hot.

Have a fever?

Qiu Yiren was stunned.

But fortunately, it seems that the temperature is not too high.

She took out a thermometer from the medicine box nearby and measured her temperature, which was 37 degrees Celsius.

Low fever, okay.

Can control.

She gave herself a low fever pill.

Then she tied up her long hair, dragged her slippers on, and slowly walked out of the bedroom.

But when she just walked out of the bedroom, she was frightened by a figure in the living room.

I saw Chen Zongheng calm and indifferent, lying on the sofa in the living room, sleeping deeply.

Seeing this man and touching the anti-swelling patch on her forehead, Qiu Yiren instantly thought of something.

This man... stayed up all night yesterday and took care of himself all night?

Thinking of this, a complex warmth flashed through Qiu Yiren's heart.

She picked up a quilt from the side, and then tiptoed to Mr. Chen's side.

Just as she was planning to carefully cover Mr. Chen with the quilt.

Her beautiful eyes inadvertently glanced at the trash can nearby.

There is a platinum plastic box thrown in the trash can?

Qiu Yiren was stunned?

Squatting down, I subconsciously picked up the box from the trash can and took a look?

Then, several black lines instantly appeared on her forehead...%

[Jesbon Gold Edition, ultra-thin, ultra-feeling, ultra-soft, ultra-lubricant, ultra-fragrant. Let you experience the ultimate passion~]

【So thin, you need to think of something else...】

this???

Qiu Yiren:……

And, at the same time.

Chen Zongheng, who was lying on the sofa and sleeping, also felt the fluctuations around him.

Under conditioned reflex, he suddenly opened his eyes!

This moment.

His eyes and Qiu Yiren's eyes looked at each other.

Then, their eyes glanced at the platinum-colored plastic box at the same time...

Scene, silence, depression.

The atmosphere was extremely embarrassing.

"This...is this?" Qiu Yiren's pretty face turned a little inexplicably red, and with an unusually inexplicable look in her eyes, she looked at Chen Zongheng warily.

Obviously, want an explanation??

What's happening here??

Why is there a box of shelter in the trash can in the living room?

Chen Zongheng's eyes were cold and calm, and he slowly got up from the sofa.

Lighted a cigarette.

"As you can see, it has not been opened." He tightened his pajamas, and then didn't bother to explain too much. He turned around and walked towards the door of the suite...

Qiu Yiren was left alone, standing blankly in the room, looking at the box of [Jisbon Gold Edition] in his hand, looking at it for a long time... for a long time...

Today is the last day, brothers!

This year has been really frustrating.

Everyone, please hold back and don’t go out!

Finally, please ask for some monthly tickets~
Chapter completed!