At this time, Lin Luor also got out of bed, her expression solemn. Chu You looked genuinely unwell. What had happened in the game?!
At this moment, Lin Luor and Bao'er both had a lingering question: why could Chu You withstand longer gaming sessions when others couldn't?!
Under their care, Chu You sat on the bed before collapsing, his body limp and curling up, his eyes closed, and he rested the back of his hand against his forehead, remaining almost completely silent throughout.
Lin Luor and Bao'er exchanged glances. Then, frowning, Lin Luor gently moved the man's hand aside and used the back of her hand to touch Chu You's forehead, then said, "It's quite hot. It seems like a fever, and his body is ice cold."
"Bao'er, take the cell phone and go to the bathroom to wet the cloth with cold water and then wring it out."
"Yes, okay." Bao'er, looking a bit cold, rubbed her arms together.
Seeing that, Lin Luor said, "Put on clothes before you go, lest you catch a cold."
