Enna Clark felt as if she were boiling hot, like a shrimp about to burst from heat.
"Hmm..."
She was extremely uncomfortable, and a cat-like whimper escaped her throat.
So hot.
So uncomfortable.
But her eyelids were too heavy, too heavy to open.
She just felt herself being flipped back and forth, not knowing what was happening.
If she knew that Baron Lawrence was using thousands of dollars of white liquor to help her reduce her fever, she probably wouldn't know what expression to make.
White liquor as a fever reducer is a folk remedy, something Baron Lawrence certainly would have scoffed at before. But now, he couldn't care less.
He poured the white liquor onto a towel and slowly wiped the skin of the little woman on the bed...
In an instant, the bottle of white liquor was used up, and Enna Clark's skin began to turn red.
Maybe it was too uncomfortable; she groaned again and waved her hand.
