I felt very hot, and the towel in Sang Qi's hand must be cool against the skin.
But I forcefully resisted the temptation.
"Don't..." I stubbornly resisted.
"What part of you haven't I seen?"
"That doesn't seem like something a younger uncle should say to his sister-in-law..."
"Cut the crap." He moved to remove my blanket, "If we don't lower your temperature, you're going to burn up."
I indeed felt terrible, as if a fire blazed within, scorching outward. If it continued, I'd be burnt on the outside and tender on the inside, ready to be eaten with a sprinkle of cumin.
Sang Qi's slender fingers had already pinched the buttons of my shirt.
I grabbed his hand: "Has every nurse in the hospital died off, leaving only you?"
"There are only a few nurses on duty, and I've heard they all went to help a woman who was hemorrhaging after giving birth."
His implication was clear, either turn into cumin skewers or let Sang Qi help me cool down physically.