C106 Don't Blame Me for Talking too Much

"Hm!" A mumbling moan could be heard. He frowned slightly and opened his tired eyes. The room was clearly pitch black.

What time is it?

How long had he slept for?

He wanted to sit up, but his body was too weak to do so. "Who is it?" He asked weakly, but no one answered for a long time.

Perhaps it was because she was hallucinating, but the moment Han Yi'er thought about it