Ethan Lu pressed the strings with his left hand and hummed for a while. He remembered that Gabriel Xiao was not in a good state downstairs just now, and he was so wet. If he caught a cold and had a fever and died at his house...
Ethan Lu put down his guitar and found a thermometer from the medicine box.
As a result, I turned around and found that the young master was still a little self-conscious and did not sleep on the bed.
His sofa is not big, and if he buys a bigger sofa, there is no room to put it there. It would be uncomfortable for him to lie on it and doze off by himself.
Gabriel Xiao lay even more aggrieved than him.
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