Xiao Yi slightly paused, looking at her with an amused yet helpless expression. Was she in a feverish daze?
He grasped her hand in return and gently tucked it back into the warm quilt, his eyebrows slightly furrowed with a hint of reproach, saying, "The weather is cold, don't just leave your hand out."
When he touched her forehead just now, it was indeed still a bit warm.
He should have gone to see her after his duty ended yesterday, but instead, he went to stake out by the cliff himself and didn't even know to bring an extra piece of clothing.
She truly was more worrisome than Chang Xiao.
Hearing the man's chiding words, Xu Jing inexplicably felt a bit wronged.
She didn't casually leave her hand out; it was, in fact, the first time today she had voluntarily extended her hand.
