"You are so burned! Stop talking and lie down." Harlow Jiang sounded outrageous. No one could cure a disease by doing that kind of thing.
Besides, Ah Hu is injured and sick now, so why don’t you just play him to death?
The Milo Little was so uncomfortable that he kept moving around, sticking to his master's side and rubbing against him.
Harlow Jiang was originally sitting by the bed, but seeing Ahu like this, she stood up, moved the stool and sat in front of the bed, leaving the bed to Ahu.
It was very late tonight, she had no candles to light, and only the light from the brazier illuminated the room.
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