He opened his mouth, but his throat was parched, and he couldn't make a sound.
The woman's soft fingers were trying to break free from his palm. He held tightly, as if grasping a lifeline, unwilling to let go.
"Sigh! I'll get you some hot water. There's no point in taking medicine when you have a fever. If it gets worse, do I need to use that fever-reducing method?"
Lu Xiaoyou's voice was like a cool stream, flowing into his body.
She answered her own question, "In your dreams! If you have a fever, just tough it out! I just came to see if you were dying after spitting up blood. I'm not going to undress and care for you ~"
Before Lu Xiaoyou's words fell, the hand she had held was already wrapped in someone's arms.
The man placed her hand on his chest. Her hand was slightly cool, resting on his chest, yet it filled the emptiness within him.
She wanted to pull her hand away.
Long Xiliang wouldn't allow it.
