Xu Jiamu lay spread out by the bedside. As for Qiao Anxia and the assistant, one was on the sofa, while the other was on the chair.
Lu Jinnian tried not to disturb them when he gently placed the things he’d bought on the table. Then he walked over to Qiao Anhao’s bedside and stroked her forehead to find that she still had a fever.
He walked softly into the bathroom, where he grabbed a towel and ran it under cold water. When he squeezed it dry, he walked back into the room again and placed it on Qiao Anhao's forehead.
The cold soothed her a little, and her furrowed brows began to slowly relax.
Lu Jinnian didn't leave her bedside, whilst he stared at her with soft eyes. After quite some time, he stretched out his hand and stroked her head.
After he returned with the wet towel, he hadn't dried his hands of cold water. With her high temperature and his freezing touch, she couldn't help but to give in to the cold, wet palm of his hands.
