C487 The Wedding Night

"I went to the hospital two days ago. . . "

Han Zhiyu licked her lips. This was a subconscious action.

The hand that was holding Lu Yiran's wrist also became hotter and hotter because of the temperature of his body. Sweat slowly seeped out of the palm of his hand.

"What's wrong? Is it because my body is not feeling well?"

Lu Yiran's expression changed almost instantly