The high fever burned from the evening until the middle of the night, until the end of the hour, Fu Shenfang fully awakened.
It was quiet at night, and everything was silent. The room was dim, and the curtains were not the sa as his familiar arrangents. There was only one lamp left on the table, and it was veiled lightly around the square. He caught a slight breath, turned his head and saw that there was a low couch outside the bed, Yan Xiaohan turned his back on him, and slept with clothes.
Yesterday's events flowed into my head, but I couldn't lift the huge waves anymore. Undercurrents surged under the water and kept sinking into the ocean floor.
Human hearts are as clear as mirrors, but they turn shallow water into deep ponds.
Fu Shen was lying uncomfortable and wanted to roll over and loosen his stiff and aching back. I did not expect to wake up as soon as Yan Xiaohan moved. He turned up, sat up, and reached out to help him, because before he was fully awake, he unexpectedly murmured softly: "What's wrong? Water or relief?"
He held Fu Shen with both hands, so he naturally leaned against his forehead and tried the temperature: "It seems to have a fever."
Fu Shen didn't expect that he had such good treatnt. At first, he almost didn't respond. When he realized that sothing was wrong, he imdiately hid back: "It's all right ... nothing, you ... help
sit up for a while."
The drowsiness gradually faded, Yan Xiaohan's eyes finally cleared up, and the atmosphere was suddenly awkward. He asked Fu Shen to sit leaning against the bedside, and then took three steps back, sitting back on the low couch, drawing a distance of ceremonial and unfamiliar.
The two seed to be awake from the madness at the sa ti, and inadvertently rembered the absurd marriage between them.
No matter how strong its political implication is, whether it is a downright conspiracy or not, and even if the point becos a "embracing each other
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