Fever to Zixin

He went straight to his house. Putting Ehuang to sleep on the bed, he lay next to her.

A few minutes later, Yuxuan arrived at the house. Spotting Zixin's and Ehuang's shoes on the shoe track, he muttered, "Has he picked up her already?"

He went upstairs, shouting, "Zixin, why didn't you text me that you came before-"

He opened the door, his voice dimmed moderately, spotting Zixin napping next to Ehuang, placing his palm over her chest. He then milded his steps to reach him.

"Zixin," he hoarsed, tapping his cheek to wake him up. But what he found was his burning skin.

"Zixin, Zixin," he said, checking his temperature, placing his palm against his forehead, and even checking his chest side. Every area burned like boiling water.

"Zixin, wake up. Zixin!" He whispered a little loudly, fluttering, seeing his motionless face and whole body.