C568 Master

"Master."

She spoke in a hoarse voice.

Her voice was soft and weak. "Master..."

Bo Qian's hand froze. He stared at the black melon seed in shock.

Mu Shinian's head gently rubbed against his arm twice as if she was acting spoiled. Then, there was a patch of moisture on his arm and her tears fell down.

"Master, I feel uncomfortable."

"Very uncomfortable."

"I feel like I'm going to die soon