After waiting for a while, the young master made no move. Yu Yuanyuan turned her head slightly in confusion.
What her eyes touched was the young master's peaceful sleeping face. His brows were slightly frowned, but there was no sign of waking up. Yu Yuanyuan's heart relaxed slightly.
But he couldn't help but smile bitterly. He was unwilling to let her go even in his sleep. Was there really any hope for her?
My heart is dying little by little
Xia Zihao seemed to be sleeping uneasily. His head moved down little by little, and his forehead touched Yu Yuanyuan's back. As if he had found a good position, he fell asleep again.
Yu Yuanyuan only felt that Xia Zihao's body was slowly getting hot, sticking to her back like a stove. She gradually realized that something was wrong.
He took off Xia Zihao's hand on his waist with both hands and turned around. Sure enough, Xia Zihao's face was already burning red. He put his hand on his forehead. The hot heat scared Yu Yuanyuan's three souls and seven souls.
Yu Yuanyuan quickly shook Xia Zihao, "Master... wake up, you can't sleep anymore, we have to go to the hospital quickly."
It's so hot. I don't know how high his fever is. There is no medicine here now. High fever is also very dangerous.
Thinking of this, Yu Yuanyuan became even more worried. She sat up and pulled Xia Zihao, "Master... wake up quickly."
Xia Zihao was a little impatient and waved his hand over, knocking Yu Yuanyuan's hand off. A dangerous voice sounded, "Yu Yuanyuan, if you bother me again, I will throw you out to feed the dogs."
But the voice was soft and without any power.
Yu Yuanyuan continued to wrap her arms around Xia Zihao's body without giving up, trying her best to lift him up, and said, "Master, you have a high fever, you have to go to the hospital quickly, otherwise it will be very dangerous."
I don’t know why, but my nose is sore and my eyes are astringent. I want to vent and cry. I feel that all my sense of security has suddenly lost its support.
Xia Zihao opened his eyes, but his eyelids were still twitching, "Who said that this young master has a fever? Yu Yuanyuan, are you brave? Are you looking for death?"
Maybe it was because Yu Yuanyuan's body was relatively cold, but Xia Zihao didn't push her away now. Instead, he leaned his whole body towards Yu Yuanyuan, put his hands and feet on her body, and let out a comfortable sigh.