It was already half past ten when they got home. Gong Heng carried her to her room, carefully placed her on the bed, and covered her with a blanket. She frowned slightly, still seemingly in pain.
Gong Heng stayed by her bedside all night. In the middle of the night, her fever flared up, her body burning with extreme heat. Gong Heng carefully wiped her arms and forehead as he had wiped her body as well.
He had deeply thought about it.
He liked her.
He wanted her to be his woman.
To give her the best pampering.
However, she was still a little young.
Gong Heng had thoroughly planned for the future. He thought he would wait for her to turn eighteen to get engaged. Then wait for her to graduate from college before getting married. There were still several years left, during which he could build up his business, ensuring a comfortable life for her as Mrs. Gong in the future.
