"Jing Er…" Xiao Changyi, seeing that An Jing's consciousness was somewhat clouded by the high fever, felt so distressed that he didn't know what to do.
"Dear," An Jing moaned in discomfort, "bring me some more ice, I'm so hot… so hot…"
An Jing was not lying on a bed, but on ice, and yet she still felt hot.
Xiao Changyi's thin lips pressed together into a straight line. After a long moment, he ordered someone to fill a bathtub with half water and half ice, then he lifted An Jing horizontally and placed her into the bathtub.
The ice water submerged An Jing's shoulders, and her chin could barely touch the water surface.
If it weren't for the fact that An Jing hadn't developed any pustules yet, Xiao Changyi would absolutely not dare to put her in ice water like this.
"Do you feel a bit better?" Xiao Changyi sat by the bathtub and asked softly.
