The night is like a thick ink rendering, rich and deep.

When he returned to the Fu Family Manor, there was no communication between Fu Yunshen and Shen Moran, and there was not even a look.

The man was as cold as ice, and went straight upstairs and walked towards his room.

The woman also smacked her lips boredly, stayed in the hall for a while, and got up and returned to her room.

It’s too late and it’s drowsy, so it’s time to sleep.

Shen Moran returned to the bedroom, washed up according to the daily procedures, then changed into his pajamas and got into the quilt.

The air conditioner in the room is very open and the quilt is soft and comfortable.

She especially likes the feeling of sleeping with the air conditioner cover on the quilt, and soon fell asleep.

The clock ticks and keeps rotating.

At around three or four o'clock in the morning, Fu Yunshen, who had finally fallen asleep, suddenly woke up from his dream.

The moonlight was cold, and it was projected through the window, leaving a piece of dust.

Against the backdrop of the moonlight, the man's face was as pale as paper, and he was extremely sick.

His forehead was covered with sweat, and his clothes on his back were completely wet with sweat, just like washing.

The heart was as painful as needle-punching, and thousands of ants seemed to be gnawing at the gaps in the blood vessels.

This sudden pain made Fu Yunshen groan uncontrollably, his fingers covered his heart with force, and obvious blue veins swelled up on the back of his hand.

There are also obvious bulges in the temples, and the ribs on the forehead are gradually becoming clear.

The old disease has been dealt with again.

Fu Yun knew it very well.

It just hurts too much, and all his strength has been drained. He can only lie on the bed, motionless, and not even have the strength to turn over.

My face became paler, my sweat became more and more, my lips gradually turned white, and I began to twitch and tremble uncontrollably.

His handsome eyebrows frowned violently, closed his eyes in pain, and his slender and rich eyelashes were slightly trembling.

At this moment, he felt like a puppet whose soul was slowly pulled away by the god of death, and he could die at any time.

This pain tortured him for nearly an hour before it slowly relieved a little bit, and Fu Yunshen's exhaustion gradually recovered a little.

He supported himself with his hands, turned over from the bed with difficulty, and prepared to go down to get the medicine.

He originally wanted to call for help, but the pain of bone erosion caused him to temporarily lose his language ability.

It took him a long time to successfully turn over. He tried to calm his breathing, and the sweat beads on his forehead dripped like rain.

The position of the heart suddenly twitched twice. The man who was struggling to get up accidentally fell from the bed...

"Guru——"

The stomach and intestines were clamoring uncontrollably, and Shen Moran woke up from hunger.

When she was eating barbecue, she was not full. She agreed to ask her aunt to help make midnight snacks after she went home, but she forgot.

So at three or four in the morning, she woke up from hunger.

The feeling of sleepy and hungry made the girl's eyebrows frown. She kicked the quilt away impatiently, and climbed up reluctantly, preparing to go downstairs to find food.

As soon as she walked out of her door, she heard a painful groan.

"Um......"

Fu Yunshen fell heavily to the ground, and his elbow was hit hard. His face instantly turned pale.

Shen Moran heard the movement from outside, and her original sleepiness suddenly woke up a little, and Xiuya's eyebrows also frowned slightly.

She wondered what the situation was?
Chapter completed!