Time passed slowly, and he just leaned against the door, listening to the sound of the clock.

"Hey, fan, do you want to have breakfast? It's morning now." Xue Xi tried hard to smile and knocked on the door, but she got a long silence.

Xue Xi's hand slid down weakly. He smiled self-deprecatingly and did not speak anymore, but heard a slight response from the room.

"Tennis...My father...there are wolves...snakes...so terrible..."

Xue Xi's pupils suddenly dilated. He rushed into the room without any hesitation. On the bed, Mirror Fan was covering his head in pain, muttering to himself.

Xue Xi felt a thrill in her heart, ran to Jingfan with heartache, gently picked her up, held her hand, and gently sootheed Jingfan, "Be good, there is no tennis here, no tennis... Let's sleep, let's sleep..."

His voice was low and charming, like a magical sound, and the mirror fan gradually calmed down and fell into a deep sleep...

Sorry, fan, I have to let you sleep for a while...

A trace of ruthlessness flashed in Xue Xi's eyes. He tried his best to calm himself down and feel the breath around him...

Sure enough, although it only tastes a little bit, but...

This is hers!

A pleasant footstep sound downstairs went from far to near. Xue Xi immediately restrained her expression, gently stroked the face of Jingfan, and lying on her as comfortable as possible.

"Xuexi...why..." Moliang looked at Xuexi in surprise, but stopped his words by his gesture.

"What's going on..." Mo Liang lowered his voice, looked at the pale mirror fan with some concern, and then looked at Xue Xi with anger on his face.

Xue Xi felt a little irritable, "She is sick, you take care of the fan first, I'll go out." Xue Xi gave an order in a sinister way, and then looked at Mo Liang with no resistance.

Mo Liang felt cold in his heart, and he nodded in a vain, and then slowly walked to the side of the mirror fan.

Xue Xi carefully placed the mirror fan on Mo Liang's hand, then stood up and prepared to leave, but his movements stopped, and a small and delicate hand grabbed the corner of his clothes tightly.

Xue Xi's expression immediately softened. He turned around gently, touched the hair of the mirror fan, and then carefully tore off the corner of his clothes...

He couldn't bear to pull her hands off because it would hurt her...

Xue Xi kissed the hand of the mirror fan gently, smiled gently, and then rushed out of the room quickly, searching carefully with the smell left by Rabes.

The look of a lazy man who is usually indifferent to anything is now full of blood and ruthlessness.

Labes!
Chapter completed!