Leng ran frowned. 'That's not right. Ji Mianmian can't be sleeping so soundly, right?'
Leng ran pushed the door open and went in. He walked to the bed and saw Ji Mianmian's face reddening before he could say anything. He quickly reached out to touch her face. It was boiling hot.
Leng ran was so frightened that he quickly pushed her away."Ji mianmianmianmian ... Ji Mianmian ..."
Ji Mianmian was muddled from the fever. She mumbled a few times but did not wake up.
"I knew it," Leng ran mumbled to himself."How can you sit outside in such weather? you must be sick."
He got up to change his clothes and send Ji Mianmian to the hospital.
But just as she got up, her wrist was grabbed.
Ji Mianmian's hand was burning hot too. It was so hot that it was cold. She shivered.
