C142 Luan and Feng

"Take your hands off me!" Shen Ruoyi lay at the innermost part of the bed, one hand tightly holding the cup. Her heart was sore, as if she was drinking vinegar, and her eyes were sore, as if they were filled with tears, just waiting to burst out of the dike. The place above her stomach was so uncomfortable that she almost couldn't breathe.

He didn't know what to do