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She didn't think too much and just barely supported her weak and sore body as she landed on the ground. She turned on the shower and washed her body with all her might.

Hot water sprayed on her body and she finally regained some of her senses. However, her body was still numb, as if the perception of her body no longer belonged to her. She numbly washed and wiped her body. Perhaps this way, she could at least wash away some of his smell.

After washing up, he wore a bathrobe and heavily smashed himself onto the bed.

She regretted it, really regretted it.

She shouldn't have been so happy when she heard that her young master wasn't coming back, shouldn't have been so excited when she saw the camera.

This sort of resistance was only an illogical attack. She simply had no chance of winning at all. She was too stupid, and too unintelligent.

She wrapped herself in the quilt, only exposing her head, feeling strangely warm and cold. His brain carefully tried to recall if there were any side effects from last night's knockout drug, but it shouldn't be like this … It seemed to be, did it seem like a fever?

She let out a muddled "Oh" and didn't want to care about it. She just turned her body over and fell into a deep sleep.

In a daze, Su Anhui just felt hot and thirsty.

He was like a person walking in the desert. He really wanted to drink water, but he lacked the strength to do so. She had always wanted to turn over, but she couldn't move no matter how hard she tried. In the hallucinations, he seemed to see his big brother, his parents.

She also really wanted to sleep. It was as if she had never slept, so she didn't want to wake up no matter what. When he finally fell asleep, even though he wanted to wake up, he was unable to do so.

She wanted to scream, but no sound came out.

"Miss Su …" "Miss Su …" Someone seemed to pick her up, swaying and making a racket.

Was it White Rose calling him?

She opened her mouth weakly and spat out a single word, "Water …"

Immediately a cup of warm water was brought to her lips. She grabbed the quilt, grabbed the man's hand, and gulped it down.

Her head seemed to rest on a broad shoulder. A pair of cold hands rested on her forehead.

So cool, so comfortable...

She grabbed that hand and pressed it to her forehead, not letting him leave.

The owner of her hand struggled for a moment, but she held on to that ice-cold feeling and refused to let go.

"Go get a doctor, she has a terrible fever!" A cello like voice sounded in his ear, and someone answered "Yes," followed by the sound of high-heeled shoes.

In this house, besides himself, only Bai Mei wore high heels, so the one hugging him was not Bai Mei? Yes... Is it the Young Master?

Su Anhui, who was still confused, looked up.

With his burned red eyes, he could only vaguely make out the outline of a white porcelain figure. He only felt that he had a sharp horn in his head. As for his facial features, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't see them clearly.

"Is it fun to torture yourself like this?" I think you think last night's lesson is not enough! " A threatening voice sounded, breaking the illusion of tranquility.

However, the Anhui Province was not afraid at all. It was just that they felt very hot.

It was as if there was a furnace burning inside her body.

She grabbed the big, cold hand, pressed it to her cheek, slid it down to her neck, turned it over, and put it in her collarbone.

He sighed helplessly and wrapped himself in the blanket.

Breathing was a little difficult, so she struggled to escape the blanket but to no avail. She grabbed the big, cold hand and turned it over, and without thinking much more, she stuffed it into her stuffy chest …

He could feel the body of the person beside him stiffen as he said in a low voice, "Are you still trying to seduce me? "Why are you still pretending to be pure and noble?"

"I, I'm not pretending, I …" I... "Cough, cough …" Su Anhui coughed a few times before he finished speaking to defend himself.

"No need to explain. When you're done, you'd better reflect on it!" The young master interrupted the Anhui.

Su Anhui wanted to let go of his hand and push him away. However, he stubbornly hugged the Anhui without letting go.

Su Anhui squinted his eyes and wanted to look at his face. He was so strange. Without any cover, without the protection of darkness, without wearing a mask, he didn't avoid Su Anhui's gaze? He wasn't worried at all … Was he recognized by the Soviet government? Then what was the previous concealment?

Su Anhui opened his eyes wide and looked again … He wouldn't be able to dodge …

But no matter how big his eyes were, he still couldn't see his face clearly.

Her eyes were dry and hot, and the only light in the room was on, so it was hard to tell if it was day or night. He hugged himself sideways again, and could only see two-thirds of his silhouette...

The more he tried to see clearly, the more tired his eyes became!

She gave up. This man was a real devil. He could control everything …

Su Anhui lay down tiredly again and lost consciousness.

When she woke up again, there was only herself in the room.

In the peaceful room, she was the only one left lying alone.