When he pried open her teeth, her eyes opened again, and she stared straight at him.

Xu Ziyu felt a little guilty under her gaze and was about to back away when her hand suddenly wrapped around his neck and her eyes closed.

Before he could react, her tongue retaliated and entered his mouth.

He was genuinely stunned. This feeling was so unfamiliar. Her tongue was soft, but still very hot, probably because of the fever, and carried a hint of alcohol and the bitterness of the pills.

He moved his tongue, trying to push her tongue back, but she entwined her tongue with his own, as agile as a small snake, impossible for him to catch.

Gradually, he learned some patterns and prepared to use their techniques to his advantage. But as soon as he launched his counterattack, she retreated, turned her head away, rubbed her cheek against the pillow, and pretended to be soundly asleep, still dreaming, muttering in her sleep, "Her kissing skills are terrible..."

Xu Ziyu's face turned dark brown; this was the second time she had criticized his kissing skills.

Where on earth did she learn to be so enthusiastic?!

Luckily, I knew that I had just taken her first kiss not long before, otherwise I would have really suspected that she had practiced sexual intercourse!

Seeing that she's so drunk, I'll let her off this time. But if she dares to say his kissing skills are bad again, I'll teach her a lesson.

"It's so hot..." Luo Xikui felt that this dream was somewhat real, but her consciousness was also floating in the clouds. She could no longer distinguish between reality and dream. All she felt was that her body was very hot.

Xu Ziyu watched as the robe he had helped tuck in came undone again. One of her legs was bent, and the other was kicking against the blanket, creating another suggestive scene. Her ivory-white, long, straight, and slender legs were breathtaking.

His chest felt hot, and his ears turned red.

He silently recited "Don't look at what is improper" and turned his head away.

Thinking that I couldn't let her catch a cold, I reached out a hand and groped to pull the blanket over her.

His hand touched a smooth, warm patch of skin, and he froze.

This seems to be...

Xu Ziyu quietly turned his head back. Hmm, he was really overthinking it; it was just an arm.

But how can it be so soft? Don't they have some small muscles in their arms when they play the violin?

Composing himself, Xu Ziyu grabbed the corner of the blanket and covered her with it.

She twisted and resisted, so he simply hugged her, blanket and all.

After a while, when her resistance proved futile, she gave up struggling, her face covered in sweat, panting slightly.

Xu Ziyu was sweating from all the commotion she had caused.

When he checked the time, it was already 2:30 a.m. He was so tired that he simply held her in his arms and fell asleep.

The next day, in the morning.

Luo Xikui was still in a daze, feeling as if she were being weighed down by lead, so heavy and sluggish, and her throat was so dry, as if it had been burned.

She tried to open her eyes, but they felt like they were glued shut, and no matter how hard she tried, it was in vain.

With great difficulty, he managed to utter a tiny sound from his throat: "Water, water..."

After clearing my throat, I slowly regained consciousness, opened my eyelids a little, and saw a blur in front of me, as if there were two shadows.

She seemed to see Xu Ziyu; she must be the most confused of all.

Luo Xikui closed her eyes again, and after a while she opened them again. This time the view was much clearer: handsome eyebrows, a high nose, and pale lips.

Everything looked familiar to her; wasn't this Xu Ziyu?