Teng Man Rui was busy tending to the sick that she got too oblivious to the intense stare that the man lying in bed, her patient, had been giving her this whole time.
She picked up the wet towel and proceeded in gently wiping both his cheeks with it. The man continued to gaze at her intensely.
"Man Rui…"
"Mhmm? How are you feeling?" She asked innocently, worriedly.
"Hot. Too hot. Burning." He answered staggered, his breathing was getting heavier. His intense gaze never leaving her face.
"Oh, you're starting to sweat – Hey!"
The man pulled her wrist sideways. She fell on his heaving chest. "Fan Hai!"
He enveloped her into his warm embrace. Their position was awkward. She was lying on top of him, his head on her neck. She could sense that tingling feeling on her neck from where his breath warmed.
Eyes opened wide, she started to struggle free. It was futile.
