"Xiao Yue." Mo Siyu strode forward, sat down beside the bed, embraced Tang Yue in his arms, tucked her in with the blanket, and looked at her feverishly red face. As he raised his hand to touch her forehead, sure enough, she had a fever.
Although it's spring, the temperature isn't high. It's no surprise she caught a fever after soaking in cold water all night long.
"Thirsty." Tang Yue murmured drowsily.
"Here's some water." Mo Siyu handed over the water he had already prepared and asked, "Do you feel discomfort anywhere else?"
Tang Yue took a small sip, her throat was terribly sore, her head dizzy, and she felt light-headed as if she desperately wanted to sleep. Her eyes even began to droop, but the discomfort made it impossible for her to fall asleep.
"Dizzy, my throat hurts, it's unbearable." Tang Yue spoke, feeling as if there was a fire burning in her throat.
