Nan Xian was woken up by the heat.

She felt as if she was wrapped in a ball of flames, and the rising temperature made her uncomfortable, but her hands and feet were entangled in something and she couldn't move.

It was so powerful that it kept spewing hot air around her neck, itching and hot.

Nan Xian was uncomfortable, she struggled for a while in a half-dream and couldn't escape, and in a hurry, she bent her knees slightly and kicked forward.

"Uh-huh—"

A low muffled snort sounded in her ears, and she instantly came to her senses as if she had been slapped in the face.

Open your eyes, lower your head, focus your eyes –

He Mingxiao wrapped his arms around her waist, his palms against her back, and his whole body wrapped around her like a koala, sleeping soundly.

From this angle, she could just see the hair on the top of his head.

It is very strange that He Mingxiao is as cold as a knife, but his hair is extremely soft.

When he wasn't working, his hair was naturally and fluffy, and when the sun shone on it, it shone out with some golden light, which reminded Nan Xian of the squinting and snoring kittens on the balcony in the afternoon.

After a moment of stunnedness, she quickly came back to her senses and realized that something was wrong-

He Mingxiao's body was as hot as fire, and she knew that he must have a fever without touching his forehead.

She tried to get out of his arms, but as soon as she moved, He Mingxiao trembled violently as if frightened, and his arms tightened, almost pressing her into his arms.

"Don't ......"

Nan Xian was caught off guard, almost thinking that her ribs were going to break, and she almost didn't have her back to breathe.

She grinded her teeth in pain, and said in her heart Wait for you to get better and see how I clean you up, sighed, and coaxed him patiently: "He Mingxiao, you let go first, I'll call a doctor......"

Before he finished speaking, he muttered something again.

Nan Xian approached him, "What did you say?" ”

He Mingxiao tilted his head sideways, revealing his side face that was red from the heat.

The corners of his forehead were covered with a thin layer of sweat, a few strands of broken hair were wet and messy on his skin, and his thick eyebrows were tightly frowned, looking extremely uncomfortable.

His voice was small, muffled and hoarse, and Nan Xian listened for a long time before she understood what he was talking about.

"Can you not go......

"Please......"

She looked at his face, which was a little fragile from his illness, and pursed her lips, her eyes sparkling.