Before he could see the person in front of him clearly, he answered hoarsely, “It’s okay.”
The head is still faint and even painful.
He said so, but his expression was clearly uncomfortable, his brows were frowning, and dense cold sweat spread all over his forehead. Wen Yi had no idea about a concussion, so he decided to let the nurse come over when he saw it. , Reaching out to ring the bell.
But she couldn’t withdraw her hand, because it was held by the man, and it stuck to his face.
The man’s eyes were still half-closed, as if he hadn’t fully woken up yet, his breathing was heavy, with a slight inconspicuous disorder, his face was half-white, his extremely long eyelashes cast a faint shadow on his handsome face, and his outline was light. Shallow trance.
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