127 Taste Test_4

Yan Song felt a tremor deep in his heart as he looked at her face, flushed with fever, and held her tight for a moment.

"Remember what you said."

He laid her on the bed, as now there was only one way to reduce the fever physically.

He got a lot of dry ice from the attendant, wrapped it in a towel to place on her forehead, and rubbed her hands with his. Her body was frighteningly hot, and Yan Song was both anxious and angry.

Angry at himself, sure it was because he had called her out last night when the temperature was so low, it would be strange if she didn't catch a cold.

"It's all my fault." Yan Song said as he patted her hand against his face.

Just then, the phone rang. Yan Song took it out and pursed his lips.

The call was from Zhuang Xiyue, asking when he would be home. He explained that he was at a gathering with friends and couldn't return home today.