Han Yurou was so uncomfortable that she broke free from one hand. By accident, her nails scratched Rong Jincheng's face.

"Hiss--" Rong Jincheng took a breath and looked at the restless woman on the bed with hatred.

"I don't stop having a fever. I really want to press you on the bed." Rong Jincheng warned her fiercely and covered her face with one hand.

It must have been disfigured.

I have to continue running to Qiao's family tomorrow. Seeing Qiao Sinian, I will be disfigured. Wouldn't I be laughed at to death?

"Bastard..." Han Yurou frowned and cursed, her consciousness recovered a little, and she gradually became clear.

In a daze, she opened her eyes and happened to meet Rong Jincheng's clear eyes. His eyes were helpless and innocent, not as sinister and cold as before.

The lights were a little blurry, and Rong Jincheng's face was also a little blurry, which looked like a dream but not a dream.

When Rong Jincheng saw that she woke up, he actually smiled: "I finally woke up. I thought you were going to sleep forever."

"You're very noisy." Han Yurou was weak and her voice was hoarse.

"I'm arguing? Look at the good things you did, and you can see for yourself." Rong Jincheng lowered his head, stretched his neck over, and approached her, "Your nail marks, I've been disfigured by you."

"It's ruined, what do you want?" Han Yurou closed her eyes tiredly, not wanting to pay attention to him.

At noon, he looked like he wanted to eat her meat and drink her blood, but now he has become the childish Rong Jincheng again.

But she knew that under his beautiful skin, there was always a cold and cruel heart.

Or, heartless.

"It won't look good if it is ruined. You don't understand such a simple truth." Rong Jincheng said angrily, looking like Han Yurou's younger brother.

"Childish." Han Yurou ignored him, turned her head and closed her eyes again.

When she woke up from a high fever, her heart was filled with depression and annoyance. It would be better to sleep for a long time. In that way, she would lose all her worries.

The lower abdomen was in great pain. She knew that she had surgery when she was in a coma and the child was gone.

My heart was more or less painful, after all, she liked children.

But when I think that it was Rong Jincheng's child, and he was also a child he shouldn't have, I didn't care so much.

"Don't sleep, talk with me." Rong Jincheng shook her shoulders.

I don’t know what it was because of his mentality, but he was always a little afraid that she would not wake up after falling asleep...

"You are so annoying." Han Yurou couldn't bear it anymore, "I'm still a patient. Can't you let me rest? What else do you want?"

Her high fever has not subsided and she has a child again. Can't she even rest now?

After she yelled, Rong Jincheng rubbed his hands at a loss, "I, I just think you won't wake up after sleeping, what should I do?"

"Do you have any brain problems?" Han Yurou sneered, "If I really can't wake up, I hope I won't wake up."

She closed her eyes, and her mind was filled with messy thoughts. The wind could not blow away and the time could not be taken away.

All the limbs and bones are tired, and it would be great if I could not wake up...

Han Yurou no longer paid attention to Rong Jincheng and said nothing, but her throat was very dry and she wanted to drink water, but her body was also hot and hot.

Rong Jincheng sat at a loss beside the hospital bed, lowered his head and looked at Han Yurou.

She ignored him, and he didn't know what to say.

She scratched her face and it hurt so much, but he didn't feel anything, just looking at Han Yurou.
Chapter completed!