182 Sharing the Same Bed (2)

"Mr. Su?"

Song Qingchun stopped before Su Zhinian and called his name. Realizing he still showed no signs of replying, she reached in further to look at his face. She was shocked to realize the extreme pain that painted his face; his lips were startling white, and a dangerous looking hue of red was burning up his fair skin.

His rapid breathing was amplified by the silence of the room. His breaths were labored like he had severe trouble breathing.

Song Qingchun frowned with worry as she extended her hand to lightly feel Su Zhinian's forehead. Her hand flinched as if burnt.

Why is he burning up so badly? It's like the temperature of boiling water.

"Su Zhinian? Su Zhinian!" Song Qingchun reached out to shake his shoulders, and her voice that called his name became much louder. In the urgency of the moment, she directly called him by name.