Another story about a tragedy caused by an adult.
Luo Liyan didn't even know what to say to some adults.
They gave birth to their children for their own pleasure, but allowed them to suffer, and even used them to achieve their goals. Just like this, they still want to use filial piety to kidnap those children.
As long as the mother is kind and the son is filial, at least the upper beam must be straight, so the lower beam will not be crooked.
The irritability in Luo Liyan's heart rose uncontrollably.
She didn't know why, it was obviously just a game, where did she have so much real feelings.
"Young master, you can rest at ease first, I will wait outside the door and wait for you, I won't let your life be in danger." The servant bowed respectfully, then turned and left the room.
After the door was closed, Luo Liyan looked at the little guy lying on the bed again.
The Q-shaped face is very cute, the eyelashes are long and curled up, and there is still baby fat on the face, which is flushed red from the high fever.
There are also those two exaggerated sword eyebrows, which portray his serious appearance very vividly.
Luo Liyan pressed her fingertips lightly to his forehead, but she couldn't feel any warmth.
When she realized what she had said, she let out a long, speechless sigh.
It's just a mobile game, she thinks too much.
Taking his hand away, Luo Liyan glanced at the cotton cloth placed beside the basin.
The basin was clean and there was no water at all, so Luo Liyan had to carefully move the cotton cloth, put it on the table, then lifted the teapot, and poured the water inside on the cotton cloth.
Every movement has to be done carefully, or the cotton cloth will fall to the ground, or the teapot cannot be picked up.
Putting the wet cotton cloth on Huo Mingheng's forehead, which made her unable to feel any warmth, Luo Liyan could clearly see that the expression on his face became a little more relaxed, so she turned around and poured it for him again. Drink a cup of cold water.
In fact, at this time, he should drink some warm water, but right now Luo Liyan can't leave this room, and there is nothing to choose.
Whoever let her just come in can encounter this kind of task of facing game failure.
Holding the teacup with a fingertip, Luo Liyan pressed against Huo Mingheng's mouth, pouring water into it little by little.
But just a little movement, those big Q eyes that were closed suddenly opened.
Although it was only a Q version, it still made Luo Liyan tremble with fright, the teacup slipped from her fingertips and hit Huo Mingheng's face.
The icy cold water splashed on his face, and immediately woke up Huo Mingheng who was still a little dizzy.
"Who is it?" Huo Mingxuan forced himself to sit up from the bed.
Although it was a little immature, the sharp face was tightly tensed.
It's just that there is nothing strange about where his eyes are.
Lowering his head, he held the teacup that had fallen on the pillow in his palm.
The cotton cloth on his forehead had been baked to half-dry by the temperature of his high fever. He just used this cotton cloth to wipe off the little water, and then took a closer look at these two things.
"Are you a human, a ghost, or a demon?" Huo Mingxuan frowned, and continued to ask the air.
He just waited for a while, but there was only silence in his answer.
Huo Mingheng withdrew his gaze, and then randomly put the things in his hands on the small case beside the bed.
Hugging the quilt, he sat there quietly, as if he was waiting for Luo Liyan's reply, and seemed to be simply calming down the frightened emotions.