When she awoke again, it was on a soft, large bed.
Outside, the sunlight was bright, and the room was as warm as spring.
All thoughts of deep seas, cold, and fear had vanished.
After a moment, Qiao Yin realized that Lu Lingche had brought her back to his villa.
"Awake?"
The man beside her pulled her into his embrace, and a kiss landed on her forehead—soft and warm, in stark contrast to his cold, hard exterior.
Leaning on him, Qiao Yin reached out to touch his face, and feeling that he was slightly feverish, she immediately checked his pulse, "Lu Lingche, you have a fever!"
"Hmm."
Lu Lingche caught her hand, stopping her from continuing to check his pulse, "I'm fine. We are both running a fever, we got chilled last night, but we're home now, no more cold for us. I've also had a doctor give you a fever reducer. You'll be better soon."
