Xiran's POV
Her action baffled me as she smoothly opened the buttons of my shirt and pressed her face against my chest. Maybe she wanted to press her face against something cool, my body was warm but not burning like hers was.
I stared at her in astonishment when she lifted her head and stared back at me before asking: "What?"
"Nothing, absolutely nothing at all." I quickly regained my composure, didn't want to make her madder than she already was.
I felt like she was branding my chest with her face, it was sizzling. This worried me, her temperature should have lowered by now but it wasn't. Dr. Wanstine made it clear to me that it was up to Aselia to discuss her condition and what ailed her. She was in no position to discuss it with me.