Ouyang Che glanced at her coldly, seeing her pale face and lips devoid of any color. He then took off his coat and threw it on her.
"Put it on!" Ouyang Che commanded.
Although his tone was somewhat harsh, it carried a trace of undetectable gentleness.
But to Ye Anhao, his voice sounded like a demon's. She curled up in the corner, staring blankly at the coat without any intention of putting it on.
Seeing this, the man's face grew colder. "Either put on this coat or I'll strip you of the clothes you're wearing."
Ouyang Che thought this would work, but Ye Anhao remained unresponsive for a long time.
He stared at Ye Anhao for a few seconds, noticing her vacant and somewhat dazed eyes, and finally realized something was wrong.
He reached out to feel Ye Anhao's forehead, finding it burning hot like coal.
"Damn it!"
