After bursting in, Ye Xiong drew his dagger, ready to confront the enemy, but he quickly realized that besides Murong Ruyin on the bed, there was no one else in the room.
"Let her go, please."
"Get away, you bastard."
"I will kill you."
Murong Ruyin lay on the bed with her eyes closed, waving her hands frantically in the air.
Ye Xiong breathed a sigh of relief. She was just having a nightmare.
He walked over and sat by the bed, noticing her face was bright red and she was sweating profusely. Touching her forehead, he found it burning hot; she was running a high fever.
Perhaps due to the heat, Murong Ruyin was tearing at her own clothes. Her nightgown was pulled down to her shoulders, revealing flawless white skin that made Ye Xiong gasp. At this moment, however, he had no time for lecherous thoughts and pulled a blanket over her.
"Mom, please don't leave me."
"Please wake up."
"What will I do without you?"