I'll give you whatever you want
Redakteur: Caron_
Dark clouds rolled in and bolts of lightning tore across the sky followed by the roar of thunder. A torrential rainstorm had arrived.
That night, Si Yehan had a high fever.
It was initially just a slight cold, but it suddenly turned into a high fever, causing all the servants in Jin garden to become terribly busy and all the private doctors were on standby, afraid that something would happen to the master.
Si Yehan's body was like a piece of brittle glass; any small illness could ignite an inextinguishable fire.
On the large light grey bed in the bedroom, Si Yehan's breathing was rapid and his face was flushed.
Ye Wanwan kept wringing an ice towel dry for him to lower his temperature and she wiped his body with alcohol.
The moment she retracted her arm to put the towel down, he suddenly reached out and grabbed her wrist.
Since he used too much force, a burst of pain came from Ye Wanwan's wrist and her bones were nearly shattered.