While Ao Luanjing rushed into Ao Luanxiao's cabin on the second floor with a doctor, on the third floor, Sheng Shuihe had been peering at Sheng Weiqiao, sitting on the side of her bed.

She was obviously soundly asleep, lying in the bed, breathing stably, eyes closed, despite his sharpening look.

With her lips pouted, something seemed to have bothered her before she fell asleep. The stray hairs on her lips brought out more of her beauty of white skin and red ...