Lu Huaiyu's entire body tensed up.
At this moment, no one spoke.
It was clearly a hot and dry day at the end of June, but Lu Huaiyu felt a chill coming over them.
His Adam's apple moved, and then he touched Shen Li's forehead without changing his expression.
"She shouldn't be having a fever."
He bent down and looked at Shen Li with his dark phoenix eyes. He said each word with certainty.
"Ah Li, you're drunk."
Shen Li looked at him blankly.
She didn't have a fever?
But she felt very hot and uncomfortable.
But since he said so, it should mean that she really did not have a fever.
Lu Huaiyu continued to ask, "Shall I take you to get some rest?"
She nodded, not having the strength to think any further. She leaned into his embrace, her movements natural and smooth as if she had done it countless times before.
Still, no one spoke.
Lu Huaiyu paused and gently stroked her hair.
