The noble and composed Mermaid Prince pressed his thin lips together, shutting his eyes in pain.
A fine sheen of sweat had beaded on his smooth forehead, the area not concealed by his mask.
A flush also colored his pale neck and full chest muscles.
Jiang Xinli froze. "Yun Bo, what's wrong with you?"
Jiang Wanwan's coquettish and bewitching voice drifted clearly from outside the hall. "Prince Yun Bo, Wanwan of the Snake Clan requests an audience."
Jiang Xinli frowned and subconsciously reached out to feel Yun Bo's forehead.
It was burning hot.
Just as she was about to pull back, her palm was seized by Yun Bo's large, well-defined hand and pressed against his chest.
Only then did Jiang Xinli notice the blue veins standing out starkly on his long, powerful arms and the back of his hands.
The man's jaw was clenched, his voice low and hoarse. "My little bride, don't go."
Jiang Xinli's brows knitted. "I'm not going anywhere. You have a fever. I'll get you some medicine."
