At night, the entire villa was completely silent. Suddenly, a burst of coughing came from the west wing, breaking the silence. Lying on the bed in the west wing was a pale woman. She was covering her mouth with a handkerchief and coughing. There were layers of sweat on her forehead, and her hair was wet and stuck to her forehead. Her face became increasingly pale, but she still couldn't hide her peerless beauty. After coughing for a long time, he gradually calmed down. When he put down the handkerchief, he saw that it was already covered in bright red.