Ye Ling felt his body was very hot, and the skin on his hands was scorching to the touch. What was happening? He had a fever.
No, that wasn't right. He was fine just a moment ago. How could he suddenly have a fever?
And this sensation didn't quite seem like a fever.
Ye Ling had no time to wonder why his body had gotten so hot; he only wanted to cool down. He opened the refrigerator, took out a bottle of water, and drank it in one gulp, but the temperature of his body didn't drop. Instead, it kept rising.
Overcome with consuming heat, Ye Ling could only stand in front of the refrigerator, relying on the cold air to ease his discomfort. At first, it worked a little, but gradually, even the refrigerator's coolness was ineffective.
What was he to do? For the time being, he could only agitatedly rake his fingers through his hair.
"Ah Ling, quickly untie me, don't tie me up..."
Ji Yue's voice came from the sofa.
