As soon as she finished speaking, Xing Liehuo hadn't even stood up when two pale, soft and tender arms coolly wrapped around his neck, like soft aquatic plants that once entwined, could not be untangled. The pitiful look in her eyes made it impossible for him to even think of letting her go for a moment.
With such a little woman, aside from going along with her wishes and following her heart, what else could he really do?
"You little minx—"
After extinguishing the lamp on the coffee table, Xing Liehuo helplessly threw back the covers, rolling into the nest of blankets along the pull of her arms, and scooped up this unreasonably delicate creature into his embrace. It was only then that he realized that she was not cold, but actually somewhat feverish.
He felt her forehead, then pressed his against it to compare temperatures, and asked with a worried tone, "Nini, do you have pain anywhere?"
