In his heart, frustration started building up for no reason.
He felt like lashing out.
Wen Xuxu shrugged. "Then there's no other way, swimming is not within a secretary's job scope."
Her clothes were a little damp and there wasn't any sunlight at the foot of the mountain. As she sat here, her body started to shiver once more.
She bent her legs and rested her chin on her knees. Her arms tightly hugged her legs, curling her body into the shape of a ball.
Her head was spinning and her flu symptoms worsened.
"Wen Xuxu, are you alright?" Yan Rusheng turned around and saw that Wen Xuxu was huddled over and shivering. He was about to reproach her when he changed his mind.
He stood up and moved towards her, stretching out his hand to touch her forehead. "Your forehead feels icy."
"Mm." Wen Xuxu nodded in response and took a breath. She continued, "All the more reason I can't swim across to get help."
