Han Yurou felt so uncomfortable that she took out a hand and accidentally scratched Rong Jincheng's face with her nails.

"Hiss—" Rong Jincheng took a breath and looked at the restless woman on the bed with hatred.

"If you have a fever and you won't let it go, I really want to pin you down on the bed." Rong Jincheng warned her sternly and covered his face with one hand.

It must have been disfigured.

I have to go to Qiao's again tomorrow to see Josnian. If his face is disfigured, won't he be laughed to death?

"Son of a bitch..." Han Yurou frowned and cursed, her consciousness somewhat restored, and she gradually sobered up.

Drowsily, she opened her eyes and met Rong Jincheng's clear eyes. His eyes were a little helpless and innocent, but not as sinister and cold as before.

The light was a little blurry, and Rong Jincheng's face was a little blurry, like a dream but not a dream.

When Rong Jincheng saw that she was awake, he actually smiled: "Finally woke up, I thought you were going to sleep forever."

"You are very noisy." Han Yurou said weakly and her voice was hoarse.

"Am I making a noise? Look at the good things you have done. See for yourself." Rong Jincheng lowered his head, stretched his neck, and came closer to her, "Your fingernail marks, you have disfigured me."

"Destroy it, destroy it, whatever you want." Han Yurou closed her eyes tiredly, not wanting to pay attention to him.

At noon, he looked like he wanted to eat her flesh and drink her blood, but now he has turned into that childish Rong Jincheng again.

But she knew that beneath his good-looking skin, he would always have a cold and cruel heart.

In other words, I have no intention.

"It won't look good if it's ruined. You don't understand such a simple truth." Rong Jincheng said angrily, looking like Han Yurou's younger brother.

"Childish." Han Yurou ignored him, turned her head and closed her eyes again.

When she woke up with a high fever, the worries that had accumulated in her heart rushed through her heart again. It would be better to fall asleep for a long time, then there would be no worries at all.

The pain in her lower abdomen was severe. She knew she had undergone surgery when she was in a coma and the baby was gone.

She felt a little painful in her heart, after all, she liked children.

But when I thought that it was Rong Jincheng's child and a child that he shouldn't have, he didn't care so much.

"Don't sleep, talk to me." Rong Jincheng shook her shoulders.

He didn't know why, but he was always a little afraid that she wouldn't wake up as soon as she fell asleep...

"You're so annoying." Han Yurou couldn't bear it anymore, "I'm still a patient, can't you let me rest? What else do you want?"

Her high fever hasn't gone away, she's had a miscarriage, and now she can't even rest?

After being yelled at by her, Rong Jincheng rubbed his hands in confusion, "I, I just think you won't wake up if you fall asleep, so what should I do?"

"Is there something wrong with your mind?" Han Yurou sneered, "If you really can't wake up, I hope I won't."

She closed her eyes, and there were messy thoughts in her mind that the wind could not blow away and time could not take them away.

My limbs and bones are all tired. It would be nice if I could really not wake up...

Han Yurou stopped talking to Rong Jincheng and said nothing. Her throat was very dry, she wanted to drink water, and her body was burning hot.

Rong Jincheng sat beside the hospital bed helplessly, looking down at Han Yurou.

She ignored him and he didn't know what to say.

She scratched his face and it hurt, but he didn't feel anything and just looked at Han Yurou.
Chapter completed!