Fever

Xiao Juan did not move. "My injuries are the same. There's nothing to see. It's getting late. Go to sleep."

The more he avoided her, the more Yu Niaoniao felt that something was wrong.

She leaned over and reached for his belt as she prepared to undress him.

"No, I have to see it."

Xiao Juan pressed her hand down. "I'm really fine."

Yu Niaoniao frowned and immediately held his hand.

"Why is your hand so hot?"

She held his hand as if it were a piece of red-hot iron. It was frighteningly hot!

Xiao Juan immediately retracted his hand. "Really? Why don't I feel anything? Perhaps you're hallucinating."

Yu Niaoniao reached out to touch his forehead. It was equally hot.

She was anxious. "You have a fever! It must be from the inflamed wound. No, you have to show me the wound, or I'll… I'll…"