Leng Youchen pursed his lips, a touch of tenderness fleeting through the depths of his dark eyes. He gently held her hand, with its very high temperature, burning like fire. "Why did she get a fever?"
Yan Nanfei glanced at him. "When she called me to pick her up, her body was drenched in the rain. Before she could say a word, she fainted. I guess she must have encountered something upsetting to torture herself like this."
Yan Nanfei almost said that the heartbreaking matter must have something to do with you.
Leng Youchen's eyes brimmed with emotion. After a long while, he managed to suppress the turmoil inside him and said as if it were his rightful place, "Miss Yan, please step outside for a bit. I'll stay with her tonight."
"Oh." Yan Nanfei's head was also a bit dizzy. After stepping out the door, she glared at the firmly closed door as if it were her own room, yet she had been "driven" out.
