C960 Marsh treasure hunting

Lu Yang reached out his right hand and rubbed Han Ruoxue's forehead. "Xue'er, are you sure you don't have a fever?"

"Humph!" "You're the one with the fever. What I said was true." Han Ruoxue glared at Lu Yang, then angrily swung her little fist at Lu Yang's chest. These punches seemed to have used a lot of strength, but they landed in front of Lu Yang without any strength