When Archer woke up, it was already the next morning. The head is groggy, and the throat is dry and painful. It is very uncomfortable.
Knowing that I was afraid of illness this time, Archer opened his eyes and was looking for a question from Xin Xin. He was shocked by the magnified face of the eye.
“Mason? How are you here?”
“I heard that you are sick, you are here.”
Mason honestly returned a sentence, see Archer squatting up and quilt up, immediately quietly took a small book from his trouser pocket, looked at his eyes, and quickly put back.
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