He grabbed her hand and rubbed his cheek against her palm, "It would be great if you could forgive me."
Lena frowned and helped him up, "Mr. H, you were burning too badly, I'll take you to the hospital."
I have already said so much nonsense, what if I turned into a fool?
He leaned against her in her arms, "Don't go to the hospital, Lena, thirty-three times."
"What?"
What thirty-three times?
She became more and more anxious, and then she raised her hand to probe his forehead, afraid that he had gone crazy from a fever.
He suddenly grasped her hand, holding it tightly, and placed it on his cheek. "The number of times you wanted to kill me."
Lena's heart shook, and she suddenly laughed, "You're really being silly. Just go to sleep, and if you still have a fever when you wake up, you m
