In the quiet bedroom, except for the slight breathing of the two people, no other sound could be heard.
"Don't pretend to be dead." Ye Zhehan suddenly said, breaking the depressive atmosphere.
Wang Ruoxin was still lying on the bed motionlessly. She gritted her teeth and held the quilt tightly, as if she was bearing something.
Ye Zhehan bent over and lifted the quilt covering her body. Looking at her curled up back to him, he felt an indescribable anger in his heart. "How long are you going to pretend to be dead? Wang Rubing, are you so useless? Is there anything you can do except pretending to be dead without eating or drinking?"
He did not forget how she got through the most serious period when she was ill. There was a deep depression in her heart. He consulted her that this disease
