Chi Enen's whole body was burning hot; she felt like a shrimp being boiled, every part of her was about to explode with heat.
"Hmm..."
The discomfort was extreme, and a cat-like low moan escaped her throat involuntarily.
So hot.
So uncomfortable.
But her eyelids were too heavy, too heavy for her to open.
She only vaguely felt herself being turned over and over, without knowing what was being done.
If she had known that Li Beijue was using tens of thousands of white liquor to lower her fever, she wouldn't have known what expression to put on her face.
Using white liquor to lower fever is a folk remedy. In the past, Li Beijue would certainly have disdained using it. But now, he couldn't care less.
He poured the white liquor on a towel and wiped it over the skin of the little lady on the bed, bit by bit...
The bottle of white liquor was wiped clean in the blink of an eye, and Chi Enen's skin started to turn red.
