ping woman. The red handprint on her face hadn't faded yet.With his sword-like eyebrows furrowed, Fu Mo-han strode out of the bedroom. A minute later, he returned, a bottle of ointment held between hi...Raise the bedding, Lin Jin dyed once again lay down, back against the door, the quilt covered to the nose, the whole person shrank in the quilt, tightly closed his eyes. 。

It's not a big deal, just sleep it off. 。Alas, she just couldn't fall asleep. Lying in bed, she became increasingly uncomfortable. 。unbearably wanting to cry 。

"Click!" 。A crisp sound of a door openingoked out the car window, at another car slowly driving into the hospital. She vaguely saw a woman sitting in the back seat.Lin Jinran was slightly taken aback. The woman's profile looked very similar...