I, Fan Yu’s Woman (22)
Qiao yuanfei could not hear their conversation. She only felt that her whole body was burning up.
It was different from when she had a fever. It was the kind of fever where she could not breathe. It was hot, as if she was stuck in a furnace.
She wanted to open her eyes, but it was still dark in front of her.
She could not touch the edge of the quilt no matter how hard she tried.
Just as she was getting anxious, a hand reached out and grabbed the edge of the quilt for her, pulling it away.
Her breathing became smooth in an instant. She opened her eyes in a daze and was about to say thank you when she saw the person standing in front of her. She was suddenly stunned.
As if she was wondering if she had not woken up yet, she raised her head in a daze and poked the face in front of her.
It felt so good.
Wait a minute... it seemed to be real.