"why aren't you saying anything? your chest is stuffy or ..."
xu jiamu's fingers were still on his eyes. his slightly cold fingertips slid past his eyelids and landed on his forehead.
it was cold.
his body temperature was even higher than a high fever.
his pupils were a little unfocused and his eyelids drooped. the thick night sky fell into his pupils.
his breath was turbid and reeked of alcohol. his skin was burning red for some reason, perhaps due to the alcohol.
"duan linbai?"
xu jiamu looked at him worriedly, his fingers already touching the phone in his pocket.
it was just that she was still more careful to avoid arousing suspicion, afraid of causing unnecessary misunderstandings. however, duan linbai was driving a sports car, and the car was not big, which also made her hands and feet tied. her fingers slipped and she did not hold her phone, and it rolled to his feet.
she sighed helplessly. " don't move around. i'll look for my phone. "
