Ximen Longting's eyelids were heavy and his eyelashes moved, but they did not open again.
Jing Jiaren shook him hard again. Strangely, he seemed unable to hear her.
His body was as hot as fire, and it was unusually hot. It was still unusually hot from last night to now.
And now, it seems even hotter!
The air-conditioning in the room was fully turned on, and Jing Jiaren's hands and feet were cold. It would be very comfortable to sleep with such a hot body.
But now he woke up, his perm was not normal——
Jing Jiaren's hand touched his forehead and it was even hotter than his body. I never thought that such a mighty and majestic man could get sick!
He raised the corners of his mouth mockingly:
"Wake up." "Master Ximen, wake up." "Ximen Longting?"
"..." No response.
"Pervert!" "Idiot, barbarian?"
"..." Still no response.
"Shang Yanxuan."
Suddenly, the red pupils opened suddenly, and their eyes were filled with hostile murderous intent, extremely terrifying and frightening.
Jing Jiaren was startled, but soon, the fierce lion slowly closed its eyes and fell asleep lifelessly.
Jing Jiaren: "..."
She knew that he was very hostile to the name Shang Yanxuan. In the past, whenever it was mentioned, he would turn into an angry lion. But she didn't expect that he would become so ill and be so sensitive to these three words.
His possessiveness is truly terrifying.
If he knew that the real Shang Yanxuan was not dead...
Jing Jia was in panic and thought wildly for a long time. An hour later, Ximen Longtou was still in a drowsy state, but his arms were like iron pliers, welding her and him tightly together.
Unless he wakes up, there is no way she can escape from his arms.
His body seemed to be getting hotter, and every breath became deep and rough.
Jing Jiaren felt that she couldn't wait any longer and looked around. The phone was beside the bed, but the four-person bed was at least 3 meters wide——
Out of reach.
Ximen Longtou took off his clothes and put them on the floor and on the sofa. His cell phone should be in his pocket.
Jing Jiaren started calling him again to wake him up, but this time he even called "Shang Yanxuan" ten times, but there was no response from him.
Damn it, his fever is so serious, if he doesn't receive timely treatment, he may become a complete idiot.
Jing Jiaren struggled hard, and his size pressed her down until there was no room for her to leave——
Even in his sleep, he held her tightly, fearing that she would escape from his grasp.
Jing Jiaren struggled for a while and finally failed. She was actually not as strong as a comatose person!
Suddenly, an insidious idea appeared in her mind.
Why should you care about him? Just pretend that you don't know what to do and let him keep having such a high fever.
If he burns into an idiot, he won't bother with her anymore...
What if he died?
Jing Jiaren frowned and bit her lip tightly. A bastard like him deserved to die! God's will!
Thinking of this, she was suddenly frightened by her own viciousness and trembled.
No matter how bad he was to her, they had been intimately together for such a long time. How could she really refuse to save him?
Jing Jiaren's mood was extremely complicated at this time.
Cruelly, she closed her eyes and let him fend for himself!
Another hour passed, and the manor became increasingly noisy, with people coming and going, but the room was deathly silent.
Ximen Longting's face looked extremely pale, his lips were chapped and dehydrated, and his sweat-damp hair hung down on his forehead.