Her forehead was hot, and she couldn't open her eyes. She felt like her wrist was being held down and she couldn't move.

I always feel like someone is talking in my ear, like in reality or in a dream.

She couldn't tell the difference between reality and dreams.

Just like just now, she had a long and sweet dream, and she was a little reluctant to wake up.

"Uncomfortable..." She murmured softly.

Rong Jincheng grabbed her wrist and touched her forehead with his other hand. It was still very hot: "It's so hot. It's no wonder it's uncomfortable. I can't blame others and commit suicide myself."

It's not that he never had high fevers. Before he was five years old, conditions in the countryside were not good. He often had fevers, and there was no good medicine to cure them.

At that time, his mother would use local methods to cool him down.

Although the local treatment method was not very effective, he had no complaints and would crawl into his mother's arms when he felt uncomfortable.

Thinking of this, he used some force with his hand and accidentally pinched Han Yurou's wrist.

She frowned in pain: "It hurts..."

Han Yurou's face was pale, and her thin eyebrows were slightly frowned.

It's hard to have a fever, he knows.

"Are you going to seek death in the future?" Rong Jincheng said in a solemn tone, "Tell me, will you listen to me in the future?"

In a daze, Han Yurou heard Rong Jincheng's voice. She closed her eyes tightly and shook her head, rejecting the voice.

"You!" Rong Jincheng was so angry when he saw her shaking her head, she was really embarrassed.

"I feel uncomfortable..." Han Yurou's voice was hoarse, as if she was about to cry, "It's very hot..."

Han Yurou's other hand wanted to lift the quilt.

However, Rong Jincheng held her down and said, "You won't stop even if you have a fever. A disobedient woman like you needs someone to take care of her."

Han Yurou heard his voice and shook her head vigorously: "Go away, I don't want to see you, go away..."

It's him.

His voice was already very familiar to her.

She was also familiar with the unique scent of his perfume.

She had woken up from her dream. There was no Rong Jincheng in the dream, but in reality... there was him.

"You are still competing with me at this time? Han Yurou, why don't you want to see me? Do you think I want to see you? You keep showing off to me every day, and I really don't want to see a woman like you!"

After all, Han Yurou was running a fever, and after a few flutters, she couldn't move anymore. She closed her eyes, frowned in discomfort, and couldn't say a word.

Rong Jincheng's voice was in her ears, stimulating her eardrums.

"I came to see you to give you face. You have to be grateful and have a nice attitude toward me, understand?" Rong Jincheng was very angry.

But I don’t know why, my mood was very complicated and even depressed on the way here, but now under the warm light, I gradually calmed down.

His eyes kept falling on Han Yurou's face, from her forehead to her eyes and lips.

Although her face was pale, her lips were still beautiful, like a newly ripe fruit.

When his eyes moved downward, he saw Han Yurou subconsciously put her hand on her lower abdomen.

Rong Jincheng felt an unknown feeling in his heart, a feeling he had never experienced before.

He didn't speak again or change his clothes. He just sat quietly by the bed and kept looking at Han Yurou.

For the first time, he discovered that she was really beautiful and worthy of being the winner of a beauty contest.

If she really gave birth to a child, it would probably be very beautiful.
Chapter completed!