It was hard to say how much time had passed when Shen Xian, in her sleep, began to let out some uncomfortable and hurried panting sounds. Underneath a thin blanket, her hands were restlessly fumbling and pounding on the couch from time to time.
Zhou Mu stopped the action of assembling a model, looked worriedly at Shen Xian who was not sleeping peacefully, and saw her face flushed and fine beads of sweat oozing from her forehead.
Zhou Mu was startled and immediately stood up to touch her forehead, only to feel that the skin under his fingertips was burning hot.
"Shen Xian, Shen Xian."
Zhou Mu called out anxiously, his hands tenderly smoothing her sweat-soaked hair.
"Hmm?"
Shen Xian murmured in a daze but did not open her eyes.
"You have a fever, Shen Xian. I'll take you to the hospital."
Shen Xian weakly woke up, raising her head to look at Zhou Mu who was full of concern.
"Fever?"
"Yes. Let's go to the hospital."
Zhou Mu said as he was about to help her get up.
