When he leaned on her, she felt as if her entire being had caught fire.
The sound of pouring rain still persisted outside, leaving her mind in turmoil as she listened.
Shen Chi lay on her lap, his complexion pale and grave, his brow furrowed deeply.
Xu Chaomu knew, he must be feeling awful. She had experienced high fevers before, and truly, it felt worse than death.
"Shen Chi, if you feel uncomfortable anywhere, just tell me," Xu Chaomu said anxiously.
"Mhm," he responded faintly from his throat.
Xu Chaomu touched his forehead again; it was burning hot, the cool washcloth turned warm in just a moment.
She decisively tore another piece of cloth from her skirt, so she could alternate them to cool him down.
But, it wasn't very effective; the temperature on his forehead had decreased slightly, yet his body remained fiercely hot.
Xu Chaomu was very anxious, continuously searching for solutions.
Ultimately, she decided to remove his clothes.