Feeling like her head was about to split open, Yan Xiaye opened her eyes and looked at the hall shrouded in night, finally accepting the fact that had occurred.
"Li Yuntang." She struggled to get out of the man's embrace, feeling cold all over, her voice hoarse and weak: "I'll keep vigil here, you go back and take care of Little Yunduo, he should be back tonight, right?"
"There are people over there to take care of him naturally." Li Yuntang raised his hand to touch her forehead, feeling the cool sweat at his fingertips, he frowned and said: "Xiaye, you have a fever."
"What?"
Yan Xiaye vaguely lifted her eyes to look at him, taking a moment to understand the meaning of his words, she unconcernedly tucked her lips: "It's fine, I'll take medicine after tonight passes."
This arrangement made the wrinkles between Li Yuntang's eyebrows deepen, whether it's usual or now, he couldn't stand Yan Xiaye mistreating her body.
