Li Beinian looked at the blanket and subconsciously held her breath.
Her footsteps became heavy somewhat.
She walked in cautiously, a step at a time.
As she got closer, she could sense his even breathing.
He had his back to her and was sleeping soundly.
Li Beinian circled around him lightly, tip-toeing.
Only half of his forehead was exposed, Li Beinian burst into tears.
She half-knelt on the bed and moved over, then lifted the blanket and lunged towards him.
Mu Xichen was sleeping so soundly, that even when she came in, his breathing had only paused for a moment.
As soon as Li Beinian got close, she could feel the heat from his body.
It was definitely an unusually high temperature. The truth hit her.
It was no wonder…
He didn’t even know that she had come in.
How high was his temperature!
Mu Xichen pushed her away and opened his eyes.
Through the lights outside, Li Beinian could sense his exhaustion.
When the man saw her red eyes, he whispered, “It’s contagious.”
His voice was faint, weak, and hoarse.
This voice seemed to merge with that voice of the dying man in her dream and it echoed through the corridors of her mind.
The gentle and indulgent gazes of the father-son trio flashed right before her eyes, becoming one with man in front of her now.
Li Beinian couldn’t help but sob and throw herself at him with all her might. She locked her arms around his waist and cried.
Mu Xichen sighed softly and looked up with half-closed eyes. He held her in his arms and gently comforted her. “Don’t cry.”
She cried even harder. With her arms still around his waist, she looked up and then reached out to touch his forehead.
It was frighteningly hot!
Li Beinian stopped crying and wiped her eyes. “Wait.”
However, she found herself being held back tightly.
Mu Xichen took her in his arms and nuzzled against her neck greedily. He said in a hoarse voice, “Let me hug you for a bit.”
Her tears continued to fall as he held her in his embrace. She looked up into his face.
His eyes were half-shut, but the dark circles under them were particularly striking.
Li Beinian raised her hands, cupped his face, and kissed him.
The man seemed startled and immediately released her.
Li Beinian understood why he did that, but she refused to back down. She leaned forward and bit his lips.
Mu Xichen wanted to dodge, but Li Beinian held his face forcefully and pushed him down. She pressed her body up against his and planted her lips firmly on his. Her hot tears fell onto his face.
He ceased to move, but looked at the young woman on top of him. Then he raised his hand to hold her, and with his other hand wiped her tears away.
Feeling his unusually high body temperature, she cried even harder. “When did you fall ill?”
Mu Xichen had always been in excellent health. In Gu Mingye’s words, he had once run naked in the snow. Everyone was shivering from the cold, but Mu Xichen acted as if it was nothing.
It had been only a few days since they were apart, and now Mu Xichen had a raging fever.
Such a high temperature was probably not something that developed in the last day or two.
Li Beinian got up and attempted to pull him onto his feet. “I’ll take you to the hospital for a drip.”
However, instead of getting him onto his feet, she felt his grip around her waist tighten as she got knocked off her balance and fell onto the man’s chest.
Mu Xichen wrapped his arms tightly around her, his breath hot against her face. He spoke slowly in a hoarse voice.
“I miss you so much.”