Closing his eyes, Lan Xi hugged him tightly for a long time before slowly recovering.
Frowned slightly, she avoided his kiss and squeezed into his neck.
Mu Yichen was slightly stunned. He tightened his grip on her waist and asked in a hoarse voice, "What's wrong?"
The breath buried in his neck was moist and hot. Lanxi's stuffy voice soon came from inside, "Uncomfortable..."
After all, she was really ill. The high fever made her temple throb, and the pain that could not stop, gradually intensified.
Mu Yichen's eyes turned cold, and he made a hand to tie her seat belt.
After coaxing her for a long time, he let her stay in her seat alone and did not move. He withdrew his body with his eyes slightly tightened, held the steering wheel and quickly started the car again. He drove out of the
