"You have a fever." Mu Xichen's voice was firm, yet it was filled with a sense of panic. "How did it become so bad!"
Li Beinian didn't reply to him. She held out to grab his arm and screamed. "Mu Xichen…"
"I'm here. Let me take you to the hospital." Then, he bent over to carry her.
Suddenly, she wrapped her hands around his neck, lifted her flushed face, and kissed him.
Mu Xichen froze. He could feel the awkward and hasty movements of her lips on his as she stood up and held on to him tightly.
Li Beinian was desperate and on the verge of tears. As she removed his clothes, she felt up his chiseled abs. Her movements were quick with a sense of desperation.
Mu Xichen held his breath and pinned her hands down. Frowning, he asked, "What are you doing?"
Seeing the look on his face, she felt heartbroken.
She held back her tears and continued to kiss him uncontrollably.
