The chief husband is too affectionate

Chapter 462 Fever
In the small cave, Feng Yueming sat in front of the burning bonfire, and added a few dry branches to it, and the flames suddenly emitted thick smoke.

The smoke drifted into the air, and the unconscious Xia Xingchen coughed twice violently.

Feng Yueming immediately walked over nervously, and found that she was still unconscious, and couldn't help feeling even more anxious.

Xia Xingchen has been in a coma for a whole day and night!

And it rained outside for a day and a night without stopping.

Feng Yueming took out her mobile phone and wanted to call He Yi, but found that no matter how she tried to dial, there was no signal.

Feng Yueming was so anxious that she dropped her phone on the rock wall, making a loud noise.

Xia Xingchen who was lying on the dry grass and clothes subconsciously shivered.

Feng Yueming's expression changed from irritable to annoyed.

Xia Xingchen's high fever persisted, he shouldn't have made such a loud noise to disturb her.But he couldn't control the anxiety in his heart!

Feng Yueming was like an ant on a hot pot, walking around in the small cave, not knowing how to reduce her fever.

Maybe it's because of standing outside for too long in the rain, or maybe it's the flow of toxins in the body.Anyway, Xia Xingchen developed a high fever, which never subsided.

He touched Xia Xingchen's forehead, it was still scorchingly hot.

Feng Yueming has always wanted to see Xia Xingchen show a fragile appearance, no longer always look so tough, with a calm look, as if nothing can make her panic, and make her change her expression.

Even if it is a matter of life and death, she is like that.

But when he saw Xia Xingchen lying powerlessly on the ground with his eyes tightly closed, Feng Yueming didn't feel the slightest sense of happiness, but panicked instead.

"Hey! Xia Xingchen! Hey! Wake up!
Xia Xingchen still closed his eyes tightly and did not give him any response.

Feng Yueming is a suspicious person, although she obeyed Yan Rushuang's words, she did not fully believe her.

Otherwise, he couldn't have repeatedly reminded Xia Xingchen inexplicably.

But ever since Xia Xingchen told about her past experiences, Feng Yueming didn't even have doubts at all, as if there was a voice in her heart saying: "It's her, it's really her!"

Seeing Xia Xingchen's fragility as if a gust of wind could take it away, Feng Yueming couldn't help but think of that day when she was persecuted by so many people.

There was still a faint smile on her lips, and a pair of bright eyes were as dazzling as jewels.

She said slowly, word by word: "I, Xia Xingchen——will absolutely beg for mercy from anyone."

In many midnight dreams, Feng Yueming would keep dreaming of this scene.

It's like constantly dreaming of the pure smile of a little girl.

"Cold... so cold..." Xia Xingchen suddenly murmured.

Feng Yueming had already put on all of her coats to Xia Xingchen, but it didn't work.

"Cold...cold..." Xia Xingchen murmured unconsciously in his sleep.

Feng Yueming looked at Xia Xingchen, his face was so pale, and his thin body was still trembling.

He hesitated for a moment, stepped forward and hugged her in his arms.

As if the heat from her body was infected, a thin layer of sweat appeared on Feng Yueming's forehead, and her heart was beating fast as if not in control.

There used to be so many stunning beauties standing in front of him, but he was indifferent.

Even Yan Rushuang could only surprise him for a moment.

But now, he was so nervous just because he was holding a woman.

He seemed like a kid who had never seen a woman before.

(End of this chapter)