After bursting in, Ye Xiong drew his dagger, ready to confront the enemy, but he quickly realized that besides Murong Ruyin on the bed, there was no one else in the room.
"Let her go, please."
"Get away, you bastard."
"I will kill you."
Murong Ruyin lay on the bed with her eyes closed, waving her hands frantically in the air.
Ye Xiong breathed a sigh of relief; she was just having a nightmare.
He walked over and sat by the bed, noticing her face was bright red and she was sweating profusely.
Touching her forehead with his hand, it was burning hot; she was actually running a high fever.
Perhaps due to the heat, Murong Ruyin was tearing at her clothes haphazardly, her nightgown pulled up over her shoulders, revealing pure white perfection that made Ye Xiong gasp.
But at this moment, he had no thoughts of indulgence and pulled a blanket over her.
"Mom, please don't leave me."
"Please wake up."
"What will I do without you?"
