She should have felt soft and warm, but He Xiuyu felt as though he was embracing a block of ice.
Even though it was a hot summer, He Xiuyu didn't feel any coolness. He took his hand from Qiao Qingyu's back and placed it on her carotid artery.
The steady pulse eased He Xiuyu's tension somewhat.
He Xiuyu hugged Qiao Qingyu tightly again, as if embedding her into his embrace.
It should have been a charming scene, but He Xiuyu had no such thoughts. Qiao Qingyu had always been the picture of health and vitality, and her sudden change left He Xiuyu incredibly worried.
However, gradually, he felt Qiao Qingyu's body temperature seemed to be returning to normal.
The room was very quiet, and from the bedroom across the living room, the murmuring voices of Xiao Hu and Rongrong could faintly be heard.
Due to the heat, a thin layer of sweat had formed on He Xiuyu's forehead.
