030 Jiang Xi is his emotional calamity?_1

Jiang Xi did not sleep well; after taking the fever reducer, she broke out in a sweat, and the flush gradually faded from her face, leaving her skin nearly translucent.

Rong Nian brought over a hot towel to wipe the sweat off her forehead and neck.

There were a few slight, bleeding bite marks on Jiang Xi's neck. Wet with sweat, the edges of the wounds began to whiten.

Rong Nian's gaze became fixed, staring at those bite marks for a long time.

After a while, he closed his eyes and changed her out of her damp clothes.

By the time he put her back under the covers, Rong Nian's cheeks and ears were burning red.

He sat back down in the chair, his right hand resting on the Sandalwood Buddha Beads on his left wrist, his gaze intensely fierce and deep as he stared at Jiang Xi on the bed, his slender fingers lightly rotating the beads.

A bedside lamp was left on, casting a soft halo that draped a faint glow over his body.