Su Qianxun entered the bathroom. The water was flowing non-stop out of the bathtub, and Long Sijue was lying naked in the water. His eyes were still shut tight.
"Young master, wake up," Su Qianxun called out softly.
Long Sijue did not respond.
Su Qianxun realized that the man's handsome face was abnormally red. She extended her arm to touch his face and felt his cheek burning.
The young woman felt a pang in her heart. 'Is he having a fever?'
She quickly turned off the tap. When she was about to touch his face again, a hand suddenly grabbed hers. Astonished, Su Qianxun looked at the man in the bathtub. Long Sijue had already opened his eyes. His gaze fell upon her small face.
"Your arm is injured." Su Qianxun bent down to look at him as she furrowed her beautiful eyebrows.
