' that's good? How is this good??? What's good about this?' Su Wan who was being pummeled by Lin Jing's towering figure couldn't help but roar inwardly. Lin Jing fainting on top of her petite body, the size of an imp with his mountainous built of seven feet and the muscular frame was no joke, Su Wan felt as if she was being crushed by a rock-solid boulder.
" ah, Jing? Ah Jing?" she raised her hand and tapped Lin Jing's cheek only to realise that Lin Jing's skin was burning because both of them were wearing thick robes that covered their body completely from top to bottom leaving no space for cold winds to sneak in, she couldn't feel Lin Jing's feverish skin. But now that she reached her hand to touch his exposed flushed face, she realised that Lin Jing was running a very high fever! Su Wan was instantly startled, with so many injuries, having a fever was not a good sign. Especially when his cotton-padded jacket was torn so badly by the wolf.
