Yan Luoxi stood quietly at the door for a few minutes, then turned and went downstairs to fetch a basin of hot water. The man on the bed had already fallen into a deep sleep, probably due to the pain from his wound and a fever, his breathing was somewhat heavy and slow.
She placed the basin on the bedside table, wrung out a hot towel and placed it on his forehead. The man's brow furrowed slightly, seemingly uncomfortable, and in the next second, he raised his hand to tear off the towel.
Yan Luoxi frowned, why was this man so restless even when ill and asleep?
She bent down to pick up the towel, soaked it in hot water again, then placed it on his forehead. In a few seconds, it was again torn off by the man, and after repeating this several times, even Yan Luoxi, who usually had patience, was beginning to feel annoyed.
Standing by the bed with hands on her hips, she glared angrily at the ungrateful man, "If you keep this up, I'm not going to care for you anymore."
