At night, Xin Qing was lying on the bed with a hot water bottle in her arms.

He probably didn't want to touch her anymore. As she was thinking about this, the door opened.

"What... what do you want? "

Ying Qingcang frowned: "What do you think I should do? Today is the last day. Hurry up. "

"But... but I'm not feeling well." Xin Qing looked at him in disbelief.

"So what?" Ying Qingcang looked at her coldly. "Don't tell me you ...