"Okay."
...
Meanwhile, on the other side.
In the room, Ning Xuan, who wasn't particularly adept at caretaking, had stripped the thin vest off of Song Yue. She then removed his shoes and socks and dragged him to the center of the bed.
Ning Xuan touched Song Yue's forehead, arms, and face with her hand. Song Yue's body temperature was incredibly high, and he was in such a confused state that the chill of Ning Xuan's touch made him whine.
The sound made Ning Xuan's fingertip tingle.
Baffled for a moment, Ning Xuan stepped back, turned on the air conditioning in the room to 17 degrees Celsius, and covered Song Yue's stomach with a thin blanket.
After putting away the clothes that were taken off of Song Yue, Ning Xuan recalled the thirty-minute deadline the man had given herself.
She had only taken nineteen minutes so far...
But why would he impose such a time limit?
And the peculiar eye contact between that woman and the restaurant waiter earlier…
