Ximen Longting's eyelids were very heavy, and his eyelashes moved, but he didn't open them again.

Jing Jiaren shook him vigorously again, strange, he didn't seem to be able to hear.

His body was as hot as fire, not the usual lust, unusually hot from last night to now.

And now, it seems to be even hotter!

There was a lot of air conditioning in the room, Jing Jiaren's hands and feet were cold, and it would be very comfortable to sleep with such a hot body.

But now he woke up, and his burning was not normal.

Jing Jiaren's hand probed his forehead, which was hotter than his body. I really didn't expect that such a mighty and majestic man as him would get sick!

Mockingly, the corners of his mouth were raised:

"Wake up." "Master Simon, wake up." "Simon Dragon?"

"......" did not respond.

"Great pervert!" "Stupid, barbarian?"

"......" still did not respond.

"Shang Yanxuan."

Suddenly, the red pupils opened suddenly, and their eyes were full of hostile killing intent, which was extremely terrifying and terrifying.

Jing Jiaren was startled, but soon, the fierce lion slowly closed his eyes again and fell asleep lifelessly.

Jing Jiaren: "......"

She knew that he was hostile to the name Shang Yanxuan, and that in the past, whenever he mentioned it, he would transform into an angry lion. But I didn't expect him to be so sick like this, and he was so sensitive to these three words.

His possessiveness is truly terrifying.

If he knew that the real Shang Yanxuan was not dead......

Jing Jia's heart was panicked, and she thought about it for a long time, and an hour passed, and the Ximen dragon head was still asleep, but her arms were like iron tongs, welding her and him tightly together.

Unless he woke up, she couldn't get out of his embrace.

His body seemed to get hotter, and every breath he took became low and hoarse.

Jing Jiaren felt that she couldn't wait any longer, so she looked around, the telephone was at the head of the bed, but this four-person bed was at least 3 meters wide.

Reach.

Simon's clothes were taken off to the ground, on the sofa, and the phone should be in his pocket.

Jing Jiaren began to call him again to wake him up, but this time he didn't respond even after shouting ten words of "Shang Yanxuan".

Damn, he has such a bad burn, if he doesn't treat it in time, he won't necessarily become a big idiot.

Jing Jiaren struggled hard, and his volume pressed her so that there was no space to leave-

Even in his sleep, he held her tightly, fearing that she would escape from his grasp.

Jing Jiaren tossed for a while, and finally foiled. She can't even compare to the strength of a comatose person!

Suddenly, a sinister thought crossed her mind.

Weishenme wants to take care of him? I don't know what to do, so I let him keep having a high fever like this.

If he burns out as an idiot, he won't be haunted by her anymore......

What if he dies?

Jing Jiaren's brows furrowed, biting her lip tightly, a bastard like him deserved to die! God's will!

Thinking of this, she was suddenly frightened by her viciousness.

Even if he treats her badly, they have been together intimately for so long, can she really see death and not save her?

Jing Jiaren's mood was extremely complicated at this time.

Ruthless, she closed her eyes and left him to fend for himself!

After another hour, the manor grew noisier and noisier, with people coming and going, and the room was dead silent.

Simon Longting's face looked extremely pale, his lips were chapped and dehydrated, and his sweat-soaked hair hung down on his forehead.