So hot.
All at once, he understood that the little girl's crimson face wasn't due to crying, but from fever—burning up like this.
"Wuu wuu... hot." Nuonuo called him several times while being held by him, seemingly ignored by him. Uncomfortable, she writhed in the man's arms and began to whine, a prelude to crying, "Uncl... Uncle... hot."
But her hand still clung dependently to the man's clothes, gripping them tightly, as if she had found light in the darkness.
"Hot... Nuonuo... hot..."
Xi Zelie looked into those big eyes that were somewhat reminiscent of his memories, and for some reason, felt a surge of compassion. He lifted her a little and coaxed softly, "Alright, it's not hot, I will take you to see the doctor. After seeing the doctor and taking medication, you'll feel better."
The bodyguards in the room exchanged glances.
Is this Young Master Lie?
