C1349 Your Emperor Is Sick

Nian Qingci raised her hand and touched it.

His forehead was burning hot, as if it was about to burn his hands.

Junling was a martial artist, and his body was strong.

Even back then, when he pretended to be handicapped, he rarely had any life left.

Even Nian Qingci was a little unfamiliar with the burning sensation in front of her eyes.

It was just a fever