Chapter 290 The disease has spread

Words export, Felix Bush regretted it, but his usual pride made him unable to say an apology. After hearing Nina Hill let him get out, he slammed the door with a cold face.

Once again, it broke up in discord.

The empty room is quiet, with the slender back of Nina Hill against the wall, and finally slowly sits on the ground.

The tip of the nose is sour, and the bright eyes are filled with thin fog. In the next moment, tears fall down.

Nina Hill holding his knees, recalling what Felix Bush had just said, chest a smoke a smoke of pain, suddenly, a rust smell in his throat.

The suppressed cough broke the silence of a room. After a while, the cough stopped, and the bathrobe of Nina Hill, which was as white as snow, was stained with a little erythema.

This pale face, at the moment is a pale.

There were bursts of tingling in the lungs, and the throat dried up like a fire. The lips of Nina Hill smiled bitterly, struggled to take medicine, and lay on the sofa again.