Xiang Ying entered the room to find Jie Chen sleeping deeply.
She reached forward to touch his forehead, but only found it covered in sweat.
It seemed that the medicine she fed him had taken effect, reducing his fever, leaving him utterly drained.
No wonder he didn't hear the commotion outside the door just now.
Xiang Ying tightly closed the doors and windows, adding a little more firewood to the fire.
She took out some dry and comfortable clothing from her space and began to undress Jie Chen.
First, she wiped him down from head to toe with a warm towel.
Finally, when she was putting clothes on him, Xiang Ying looked up to find his dark eyes half-open, watching her silently.
Xiang Ying was startled: "You scared me, why didn't you make any noise?"
This time Jie Chen's voice was hoarse: "I wanted to see what you were doing."
"I didn't do anything, your clothes were soaked with sweat, so I changed you into a new set."
