The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

Be careful?

As long as there is a cloud of words, no matter how careful you are, it's useless!

The doctor gave Mu Chen a drip, and prescribed two boxes of antipyretics. The wound was treated again. On the second day, Mu Chenbi's fever gradually subsided, and he woke up from a coma.

When Ye Jiao got the news, she hurried to the room and saw Mu Chenbi sitting next to the bed, drinking from a glass.

He was originally weak. After such a burn, his whole body was thinned again, even his cheeks were sunken down, his eyelids were drooped weakly, and his eyes were pale.

Ye Jiao walked to the bed and asked, "How do you feel?"

"It's okay...cough..."

It may be because of the cold water that Mu Chenbi always coughed when talking, and even the cough was full of fatigue.

Ye Jiao suddenly reddened her eyes.

Ever since she followed Mu Chenbi, she had never seen Mu Chenbi so weak!

Ye Jiao clenched her hand, looked at Mu Chenbi, and stopped talking several times. In the end, she couldn't help but said, "You can't keep Yunci by your side anymore!"

Mu Chenbi raised his eyes and glanced at Ye Jiao, as if he was used to hearing her say such things and simply chose to ignore it.

Ye Jiao continued: "Didn't you find out? She has been trying to tease you! She just wants to torture you, make you painful, make you hurt, and she is revenge on you!"

"Enough, Ye Jiao." Mu Chenbi threw the glass heavily on the bedside table, looking at Ye Jiao with indifference, and said dumbly: "If torturing me makes her happy, then let her come."

Ye Jiao's eyes widened suddenly, she couldn't believe what she was hearing.

"You... are you crazy?!"

He turned out to be willing, willing!

Yunci was really right.

One is willing to fight and the other is willing to suffer!

"Whatever she says, do what you do. If one day, she asks you to die? Will you die too?!"

Mu Chenbi looked at Ye Jiao and was silent.

This silence seemed to be the best answer.

Ye Jiao's heart sank a little in this silence.

Ye Jiao only felt sore in her eyes, her eyes were gradually blurred by tears, and she choked up and asked, "Do you still remember, what you were like before? You are aloof, you are noble, you are high, you are invincible, decisive and invincible. But now...you seem to have been defeated, you are humble like a slave, just to please her!"

Mu Chenbi lowered his long eyelashes, constricted his eyes with a low expression, his pale face couldn't see his emotions.

Ye Jiao really didn't know what else she could say, she turned her head resolutely, and walked out of the room.

Ye Jiao rushed back to her room and kept herself locked up until the afternoon. She saw the servant coming and going in and out of Mu Chenbi's room. He heard that Mu Chenbi had a high fever again. She was still coughing and wounds. Also tore again.

Ye Jiao stood at the door and did not go in. She just watched quietly, watching Mu Chenbi lying on the bed, raising her neck in pain and coughing, as if she was about to cough up all her internal organs.

The servant untied the **** gauze, the wound was torn into a slit, and pus had begun to leak from it.

Ye Jiao squeezed her palm. At this moment, she seemed to have finally made up her mind.

She turned around and walked towards Yunci's room.

Pushing the door open, Yunci was sitting by the bed, holding a book in her hand. Seeing Ye Jiao, she slowly closed the book, as if she had known Ye Jiao would come, tilted her head and smiled at Ye Jiao: "I have been waiting for you for a long time."