C87 It's Just a Normal Sleep

In the bedroom, there was only the table lamp on the bedside table that was lit, and the scattered shadows hit his handsome face. The shadows were mottled, giving off a sense of mystery.

"How do you feel?" Lih Mochi's voice was still cold, looking like a gentleman.

"I was about to recover, but it's not good to be hit by you." Even though she was sick, Fu Muxuan did not forgive him