His fever had reluctantly subsided.
After Ying Xi calmed down emotionally, she felt very guilty and busily took care of Jiang Li, changing his damp towels and wiping his body to cool him down.
She was as docile as a little bride, nothing like the fierce creature who had earlier snarled in bed like a wolf cub. The calm little bride was in fact the same person.
Jiang Li didn't feel too aggrieved; his body was certainly uncomfortable, but actually, it wasn't too bad.
After all, the emotional torment he had suffered recently was a thousand times worse than the physical discomfort he was experiencing now.
Seeing that Ying Xi was finally not avoiding him anymore, Jiang Li was actually quite happy.
He felt as if he hadn't seen Ying Xi in a long time, and he truly missed her so much that he could hardly take his eyes off her face.
When he saw Ying Xi taking away the towel from his forehead, which had been warmed by his body heat, and preparing to replace it with a cool, damp towel,
