Trust

"The fever has not subsided. Lie down." There was no hint of joy or anger in his tone. It was very faint, and no one could tell whether Xian Zihao was coaxing or ordering her. His gaze was flat.

Jiang Ruolan hugged the quilt and took a deep breath. She then looked at his face. In the end, she couldn't take it anymore, and no matter how sore her throat was, she still tried her best to speak in a voice that Xian Zihao could hear clearly. "Xian Zihao! I want my clothes! Give me clothes!"

Jiang Ruolan then looked around anxiously, thinking that the dress she wore last night might be in the laundry basket. Previously, she had taken off all her clothes when she moved out of Greenville Residence. Other than the dress she wore last night, she had nothing more to wear.

Seeing that Xian Zihao didn't seem to want to let her go, Jiang Ruolan held back her anger.