Gu Chaohan carried her to the bed and then pulled up the quilt, wrapping her cold body.
He held her tightly, reached out to touch her forehead, feeling somewhat hot, "It seems like you have a fever. I'll call the doctor to check on you."
"No need." Su Yan refused without a second thought, directly demanding, "Let go of me."
Her voice was as cold as her body, devoid of any warmth.
His embrace did not make her feel a trace of warmth; instead, it made her heart grow colder.
"Su Yan..."
"Let go of me!" she repeated adamantly, her tone full of stubborn defiance.
When she spoke to him, not a trace of emotion could be heard.
Gu Chaohan stared at her numb and indifferent face, said nothing more, but did not loosen his grip either.
With Shen Chizheng gone, she had no more scruples, no longer even wanting to avoid his gaze.
She faced him fearlessly, her lips slightly curved, her expression full of sarcasm.
Look, how ridiculous.
