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Chapter 740 The Self-Cultivation of the Vase Gold Master 59
My whole body was so cold, but because of the fever, I felt so hot that my consciousness was burnt dizzy, and I don't know how long it had been like this.

Mu Shiqiu buried his head in his knees, and the phone in his hand slipped to the ground.

Is it already ten o'clock?He had just heard the bell.

Won't she come back tonight?

Are you unwilling to answer your phone when you see him?

Then there was a different movement in the quiet room, like the sound of a door opening.

Mu Shiqiu raised his head in a daze, but his body didn't move. In a trance, he seemed to hear the sound of the door being pushed open, and the familiar sound of high-heeled shoes, but it stopped after only two taps.

Is it an illusion?

Mu Shiqiu slowly lowered his head again, his mind was empty.

"What are you doing sitting here?"

It wasn't until Yan Luo's cold voice sounded above his head that Mu Shiqiu was taken aback suddenly, his body froze, and he raised his head with a hint of foolishness, looking at the black figure standing at the door of the room.

Immediately afterwards, there was an extremely slight slap, and the headlights in the bedroom were turned on. Yan Luo, who was standing at the door of the room, was wearing a pair of soft slippers and the suit he wore at work. His face was a little tired, and he just looked down upon him. He seemed to feel a little headache.

In fact, Yan Luo was really taken aback by this guy. He walked around outside and saw no one, but when he got inside the house, he saw such a person crouched and squatting beside the bed, just like the inside of the curse. The squatting posture of the little boy made Yan Luo's little heart beating non-stop. He waited until he saw clearly who this guy was before he opened his mouth, and then slapped the light on.

Scary.

Mu Shiqiu looked up at Yan Luo so stupidly, as if he couldn't believe it.

Yan Luo sighed slightly, walked up to him, reached out and touched his forehead lightly.

so hot...

She frowned slightly, and raised her hand to pull him up.

But just in the middle of the action, the man seemed to react suddenly and grabbed Yan Luo's wrist.

Yan Luo was violently pulled to the hot spot.

I just felt his chin pressed against the top of his hair, and his hands were tightly bound.

Mu Shiqiu's eyes were still a little distracted, and he muttered to himself, "Luoluo...Luoluo..."

In the end, the voice slowly took on a hint of crying, and he lowered his head.

He was running a fever, and he didn't take good care of himself. His body was so hot that Yan Luo couldn't help but squint his eyes slightly.

Then he just bit it up.

"Luoluo...don't want me...don't want me..."

Yan Luo gasped in pain, stepped back and looked at him.

There was a rosy glow on that pretty face, and her eyes were watery, looking straight at her like a puppy.

Poor and aggrieved.

He firmly grabbed Yan Luo's clothes and refused to let go.

Very stubborn, like a child.

Sensing his abnormal body temperature, Yan Luo couldn't help but struggle, his voice was still cold, but he couldn't help bringing a little softness, coaxing him, "Get up first."

Those moist eyes stared at Yan Luo so directly, and one or two tears rolled out of his eyes uncontrollably.

His expression was extremely stubborn, as if he had decided that something wanted to do something big and would never let go, and his hands were also tightly held.

(End of this chapter)