Wei Anning tossed and turned until the fever broke near dawn, Leng Youchen had kept an eye on her condition the whole time, wiping her body and changing the sheets whenever she became sweat-drenched. By the time her fever had subsided, he was so tired he couldn't straighten his back and fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.
He had been asleep for only a few minutes when a piercing scream suddenly filled his ears, and then the thin blanket was swiftly rolled off of him. Lazily, he lifted his eyelids and through the blurry halo of light, he saw a woman staring at him, her face filled with terror.
Closing his eyes, he reached out groggily for the blanket, his voice soft with sleep, "Stop it, I'm so sleepy, give me back the blanket."
Clinging to the blanket at her chest and scooting back, out of his reach, Wei Anning glared at him, trembling with rage, "Pervert, why were you taking off my clothes? I'm already injured, how could you lay hands on me?"
