"What are you doing?! Come out. Gong Shirao! Don't scare me!"
Gong Shirao suddenly struggled out of the water and smiled at him, but her eyes were devoid of spirit, as if she were lost in her own world.
He reached out to stroke her brow; it was burning hot.
"You have a fever!" Zhan Nanjue quickly let out the water from the bathtub, intending to pull her out.
Because she had been soaking in cold water for nearly twenty minutes, her whole body was like a furnace, her clothes completely soaked.
He wanted to hold her, but found that his right hand had no strength at all.
He lifted her with one arm, but Gong Shirao refused.
"I'm fine." Gong Shirao muttered in a daze, yet it seemed like she was also crying softly.
His heart ached. Because he had just had surgery, he also had no strength, and it took him a lot of time and effort to lift her onto his shoulder.
Moreover, she was completely wet.
He simply stopped trying to lift her.
