"Uncle, I don't want to sleep yet, can you lie down with me?"
In the darkness, certain senses became sharper; she held onto He Xizhou's hand. She could also feel that the man had given in. He lay down beside her, and Shen Wanxing's lips curled involuntarily. She turned over to avoid resting on the injured hand and leaned against him.
"Shen Wanxing, you have a fever."
"I know, having you here will make it go down."
The man's body temperature was lower than hers; she wasn't running a high fever, her consciousness still very clear.
She felt there was nothing wrong.
"Uncle, I have a cold, are you afraid of catching it?" She had been rained on all night, naturally, her body couldn't resist. A cold and fever, she had taken medicine before sleep but didn't know when the fever had started. It was just mild, enough to make her feel drowsy yet still conscious.
"Make sure to take your medicine."
