
Su Lingyu saw if this Sikong Lian was not like her senior brother. So it shouldn't be him. He also shook his head. Forgetit. It's definitely not him.
He leaned back and felt tired. “I remember that I currently have a fever,” he said.
Bo Mingchen did not say much. “Good if you know.”
Time goes by quickly. Not felt, it was already late at night. Su Lingyu's fever subsided even faster. He was sweating after falling asleep.
"Is winning important?"
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