'If I'd known I was going to share a bed with him last night, I would have prepared.'
Su Ye rolled her neck and shook out her legs, then walked toward a sunny spot, intending to soak up some sun.
It wasn't until nearly noon, under the blazing sun, that the frail man on the bed slowly stirred awake.
When he woke and found he was alone, his eyes instantly grew dark.
Then, he lowered his eyelids and closed his eyes, an air of gloom spreading around him.
Just then, the door CREAKED open.
It was followed by the rich scent of herbal medicine wafting in.
Su Ye hurried over to the bedside. Seeing that he was still asleep, she reached out to feel his forehead.
But the instant her hand touched him, it was abruptly seized.
Su Qing lifted his eyelids and looked up at her, his voice hoarse.
"Benefactor, you didn't leave?"
Su Ye answered as she helped him sit up, murmuring,
"Mm."
Then she added,
"Your fever still hasn't broken."
