At that moment, Fu Yunhe's cheeks were flushed, and his eyes were listless.
Nian Shutong finally realized something was wrong and placed a hand on Fu Yunhe's pulse.
"Ah... this frail little body!"
"Only drenched by a bit of water!"
"Ha Ha, carry Xiao He back to the bedroom and let him rest well."
Fu Yunhe only felt dizzy, and he did have a somewhat heavy head in the morning, but he didn't pay much attention to it.
Mainly because he was not used to being sick, having not fallen ill for many years, even though his body was mainly weak and he had some difficulty breathing back then.
Fu Yunhe felt a strong force, and he was moved.
He closed his eyes instinctively, and when he opened them again, he saw Nian Shutong's silhouette.
"Open your mouth!"
Obediently, Fu Yunhe opened his mouth and felt a cool liquid slide into his mouth, hitting his tongue and then slipping down his throat.
