C137 Poor ye yiqing

He was already fair, and now his face was abnormally red. Could it be that he had caught a cold from the rain and had caught a fever?

"Just a small matter. It doesn't matter." His tone was a little harsh as he let An Yimo push him to the side of the bed. Then, with a nimble push, he collapsed onto the bed.

An Yimo didn't think that he was that strong, but she felt sad instead