She quickly finished her examination, confirming it was just a superficial wound. He had already forced out most of the venom with his own baleful aura, so he should be fine.
Just as she was about to turn and speak, her waist was seized. His arms suddenly tightened, locking her in a death grip so tight she could barely breathe.
"If you don't let go, I'm going to think you have a fever."
She said helplessly, her tone laced with amusement, though it couldn't hide a trace of subtle awkwardness. "Your temperature is too high. You're burning me up."
Rong Kai closed his eyes, a low, muffled groan rumbling in his throat. His voice was impossibly raspy. "I'm not sick."
"Really?"
Chu Jing froze for half a second. Her ears twitched as she detected the tremor in his voice. It wasn't the heat of a fever, but long-suppressed desire at play.
A soft, fragrant woman was pressed against his chest, her familiar scent filling his senses.
