"Guard what, you must be delirious from the fever."
Right now, aside from Yan Xiaye, nobody else was around. Li Beicheng, too tired to keep up the pretense of a noble gentleman, unleashed his ruthless determination and walked away on his own, meanwhile lecturing Yan Xiaye: "All these acts are for the living to see. Even if we step back tens of thousands of steps, if grandma were still alive, would she bear to see you fall ill because of this high fever?"
"That's not how it should be said." Yan Xiaye replied somewhat helplessly, too tired and hungry to get angry, just shaking her head like a bobblehead, feeling dizzy and hoarsely said, "I don't want to do this for anyone to see, but I have to live up to my own conscience. Let me down."
While speaking, she pressed one hand on Li Beicheng's shoulder, unable to muster the strength to push him away, and could only slightly turn her body trying to roll out, physically showing her unwillingness.
