Lu Jihan handed over the room card in his hand, the very card Shen Kang had given him.
Song Yinyin noticed something was wrong with his complexion; his forehead was covered with bean-sized beads of sweat, and his face was frighteningly pale.
"Lu Jihan, what's wrong?"
She was taken aback and instinctively reached out to touch his forehead.
At this touch, she found his forehead was alarmingly hot.
"Don't touch me!" Lu Jihan frowned and slapped her small hand away.
At this moment, he had a high fever, and his body felt like it was burning up, urgently needing something to quell the fire, yet she reached out her hand.
Her hand was icy cold, and her voice was gentle and pleasing, like cool spring water from the mountains, refreshing and soothing...
Lu Jihan wished he could immediately drink that cool mountain spring water, but his rationality hadn't disappeared yet.
He was clearly aware that he still couldn't.
