Shen Qing watched for a moment from the doorway of the inner chamber before tiptoeing over. She wanted to take the book from Yu Jiuqing's hand so he could lie down properly and sleep more comfortably.
However, the moment she touched his hand, she paused. Her brow furrowed, and she changed course, reaching for his forehead.
The heat of his skin startled her. Yu Jiuqing's body was as hot as burning charcoal. No wonder his expression was so pained!
'He's in this state, and he's still trying to read.'
'It's like he doesn't think this body is his own at all!'
Shen Qing felt a mix of heartache and anger. If this were in the past and he had been so careless with his health, she would have put him through the wringer, made him feel the full brunt of his suffering, and then asked if he would ever dare do it again.
