C2093 You Have a Bad Temper

"Xia?" Feng Nanhua frowned and patted her shoulder. "Can you hear me?"

"Yes..." Sang Qingxia, who was on the bed, replied impatiently. She felt a warm and cool object leaning against her shoulder. She couldn't help but lean against it and mutter, "Water..."

Her brain was so heavy that she really wanted to drink water.

"Water? Wait, I'll go get it!" Feng Nanhua suddenly came back to her senses