There was an orange floor lamp in the bedroom, which showed the decoration of the room.
Qu Huaian was lying on the bed, his face abnormally pale, and there were even beads of sweat on his forehead.
He was curled up and frowning, as if he was in great pain.
Xie tingxi gently patted her cheek. &Quot; qu Huaian, qu Huaian ... &Quot;
Qu Huaian's eyes were tightly shut, and he did not respond.
He reached out and touched her forehead. It didn't seem to be very hot, and it didn't seem like she had a fever.
The Butler stood beside him and sniffed. He felt that something was wrong. &Quot; Sir, do you smell something? "
After her reminder, Xie tingxi seemed to have smelled the stench of blood in the air.
The next second, she nimbly lifted the blanket and the Butler shrieked in fear, " ah ... &Quot;
Qu Huaian was wearing a pearl-white nightgown, but the bottom part of his body was already covered in a shocking blood red.
