Ye Wanxia's heart was in a mess and her face was red. Her heart was beating like a deer's. She didn't know whether she should push him away or let him do whatever he wanted.
However, she soon realized that she did not need to make a choice.
Chen Xiaoli held her in his arms and leaned on her shoulder. He was getting heavier and heavier.
What's wrong with him? Sick? Ye Wanxia was shocked. She didn't know where she got the strength to carry Lu Chen, who was several meters taller than her, to the sofa before putting him down.
Then Ye Wanxia, who was going to ask for help, found that this guy was not sick. Judging from his uniform breath, it was obvious that he was asleep. How could this guy fall asleep so easily?
In the morning, she gave him artificial respiration, didn't he go to sleep?
