When Lu Youming opened his eyes in the morning, he felt somewhat bewildered.
He remembered having a fever last night, a fever so intense that it left him groggy and dazed.
In a haze, he heard someone knocking on the door. Struggling to get up, he collapsed into Lu Sheng's arms as soon as he opened the door.
After that, he recalled that the young girl seemed to bend down and simply gave him a princess carry.
Thinking of this, the corners of Lu Youming's mouth twitched slightly.
...Surely all of this was just a dream.
How could that frail and slender girl easily lift him, a semi-unconscious man, in her arms?
Moreover, he touched his forehead and found it to be of normal temperature—previously, if he was sick with a fever, it would take at least a week to recover completely.
Lu Youming was thinking this to himself.