Zhao Dong suddenly had a bad feeling. He desperately hoped Song Qingwan wouldn't think he was responsible for this. Just as he was about to explain, he noticed something was off about her.
That look in her eyes...
Zhao Dong asked tentatively, "Are... are you alright?"
Song Qingwan bit her lip, not saying a word, her dazed eyes fixed on Zhao Dong.
His heart sank. Could something have happened to her?
After a moment's hesitation, Zhao Dong cautiously stepped forward and placed his hand on Song Qingwan's forehead. It's hot...
Just as he was about to pull his hand back, he glanced down and nearly got a nosebleed on the spot.
Perhaps because her whole body was burning up, Song Qingwan had kicked off the blankets entirely, revealing a magnificent view right before his eyes. Zhao Dong's breathing hitched as a restless heat surged through him.
