He deeply kissed her, her tenderness turning into ferocity. Her lips and tongue were entangled, and Avery felt that it was getting harder and harder to breathe. His hand gently caressed her face, but the warmth from his palm was still extremely hot.
Blake was startled, and hurriedly let go of her.
"You’re having a fever."
"Hmm, it might be because of the rain, but I'll be fine after a bit of sleep." She move his hand from her forehead but held it tight.
Blake carried her into his bedroom and fed her the medicine while rummaging through the drawers. Lying on the soft bed, Avery quickly fell asleep. She kept holding onto his hand, probably because of a fever. Her little face was red, and her brow was slightly furrowed. She looked like a helpless little girl who had lost her sense of secu
