Although Ou Xuyan was still angry at Lu Fan, they still needed to eat, so she took out the rice cooker and cooked some millet congee. It just so happened that the wild vegetables that Mrs. Hai had sent this morning were still there, Ou Xuyan chopped the wild vegetables and put them into the congee to cook together.
After she was done with these, she returned to her room.
Lu Fan's high temperature had subsided, but his whole body was cold. His lips had turned purple from the cold, and he looked very uneasy when he was sleeping.
Ou Xuyan touched his hand. It was so cold.
What should she do?
Ou Xuyan took out the new quilt that she borrowed from Mrs. Hai and covered him with it. After a while, his body temperature still did not rise.
There was only one way now.
Ou Xuyan got on the bed, lifted the quilt, and hid under the quilt.
The man next to her felt the warmth. He quickly turned to the side and hugged her tightly.
