One night of tenderness, Ji Ziyan fell asleep from exhaustion, and the next morning he noticed something was wrong with Zhou Jue, his body felt unusually hot.
"Zhou Jue, what's wrong with you? Say something." Ji Ziyan asked anxiously.
Zhou Jue's face was flushed, yet he didn't open his eyes. Ji Ziyan recalled everything from the night before and realized he hadn't woken up; he'd been dazed and entangled with him all night!
He raised his hand and gave himself a hard slap, angry at having been so careless. But what should he do now?
Zhou Jue's subordinates would come up the mountain every few days to deliver some rice, flour, vegetables, and daily necessities. But they had just visited, so it might be at least another three days before they came again.
He didn't know how to contact them, and counting on Zhou Jue to do it was even more impossible.
