By the afternoon, the sun was scalding hot.
She touched his forehead and realized that he was still burning up.
Damn it! His fever had yet to break.
At this moment, the ocean was very calm.
Bai Qinghao had only eaten a few slices of shark meat last night. He needed to eat something before taking the fever-reducing medicine again.
Fang Xinxin sliced a few thin slices of the half-dried shark meat and fed it to him. However, he could not swallow in his unconscious state.
She was helpless and could only tug the pieces of meat out from his mouth. She then chewed it up and fed it to him with a kiss.
She wasn't being stingy. They only had around two and a half kilograms of fish meat. Since yesterday, they had both eaten some of it.
She had also dried up a portion of it.
Now, they only had around one and a half kilograms of fish meat left.
