C810 Do You Think I'm Some Kind of Fertility Machine

Wanwan looked at the ceiling and laughed. There was no trace of a smile in her eyes. She was extremely depressed.

"Then you can go out." She pointed at the direction of the door. "It is not suitable for me to see you now."

Fu Sihan pretended not to hear what she said. He helped Yan Wanwan open the thin quilt, put down the drip needle, and carried her up.

He hugged her especially firmly