When the young woman returned to the bedroom, Long Sijue was resting with his eyes closed. His cheeks were still red, and it was obvious that his fever had not gone down yet.
Su Qianxun went to the bed and sat down. "You're sick. Take your medicine first."
"There's no need. Get out of here!" Long Sijue coldly chased her out of the room without even opening his eyes.
Su Qianxun was rendered speechless. She had never seen such a stubborn person in her life. 'How can he still pretend that he doesn't need help when he's so sick that he looks like he's about to die.'
The young woman stayed silent for a few minutes and suddenly asked, "Don't tell me that you're afraid of swallowing pills."
Long Sijue opened his eyes abruptly. He stared at her, a little annoyed. He then extended his left hand and shoved her away. "Get out of here."
