Feng Tianleng placed his large hand on Ji Junxue's forehead and slightly furrowed his brows.
Ji Junxue's forehead was hotter than his hand.
"Are you feeling unwell somewhere?"
"..." His whole body felt uncomfortable.
But none of that was the point. The real question was why was he here, and where was this place?
Where did Jing Che go? And who was this person in front of him?
Ji Junxue struggled to sit up but felt weak all over. He barely lifted his neck and propped up his torso before his body gave out.
Suddenly, he fell back onto the bed, his head dropping defenselessly onto the pillow.
The blanket slid halfway down his body.
Ji Junxue lowered his eyes and noticed he was only wearing a disheveled shirt, with the front wide open, revealing two pink points to the world.
Ji Junxue was taken aback, feeling somewhat embarrassed.
He slowly reached out to pull his shirt up, covering his exposed chest.
Feng Tianleng's deep eyes, with an indifferent expression, were fixed on him.
