Beiming Han had no choice but to sit up with her in his arms. He was leaning back against the head of the bed with the little girl nestled on him like a baby, clinging to him tightly.
"Cold... so cold..." Gu Qingxin suddenly left the quilt, shivering with cold.
Beiming Han quickly grabbed the quilt, wrapping her securely.
The kettle and cup were right on the bedside table. Beiming Han poured a cup of water and held it to the young girl's lips for her to drink.
"Be good, open your mouth..."
Beiming Han softly cooed to her, tilting the cup slightly. But the little girl, perhaps feeling too unwell, was not very cooperative. She refused to open her mouth and petulantly turned her face away, displaying her resistance.
Beiming Han, "..."
The little girl in his arms was as warm as a small furnace, her body burning hot. Beiming Han held her this way, breaking out in sweat at her heat, yet the girl in his arms perspired not a bit.
He must get her to drink the water!
