The boy on the bed, draped in a swan blanket, had a face more delicate than that of a girl. His cheeks were rosy, as if the fever hadn't subsided.
Lu Na raised a little brow: This fox-like guy can actually get sick too. Well, his brother is quite the pill swallower.
Ye Sichen, in his sleep, only felt a chill colder than the north wind, causing him to shiver involuntarily under the covers. He slightly opened his eyes and turned his head.
A splash of vibrant colors stood gracefully at his bedside.
So petite, yet her exquisite perfection wasn't diminished in the slightest.
This girl, she's simply divine! He's thought so ever since the first time he saw her.
Lu Na's lips curved slightly, in a smile that was neither here nor there.
Ye Sichen felt as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over his head, waking him up. He sat up hastily, clutching the edge of the blanket.
