Her fingers gently prodded his calf. "Does it hurt?"


    "Yeah."


    Oh no, is his leg getting worse?


    ra was seriously worried. "The conditions here are pretty basic, and I know you''re a bit of a neat freak, but could you just bear with it this time? Take off your clothes and pants, and let me massage your leg."


    With that, she started unbuttoning his shirt.


    As soon as she undid the first button, she was taken aback by therge red patches on his skin.


    "What''s with these red patches?"


    Dn leaned against the table with his eyes closed, looking a bit defeated. "Probably an allergy to shellfish."


    ra felt a wave of concern wash over her. An allergy to shellfish?


    Why did he eat when she was peeling shrimp for him?


    And he ate so much!


    She tossed his expensive suit aside and unbuttoned his shirtpletely. There were red patches not just on his chest but also on his back.


    ra turned pale, noticing how drowsy he seemed. She raised her hand to gently pat his face. "Mr. Dn, don''t fall asleep. Are you running a fever?"


    She ced her hand on his forehead, which was so hot that she almost pulled her hand back.


    Dn had dragged himself to find her in this state?


    ra was both angry and worried, her hand brushing against his belt.


    Dn slowly opened his eyes, looking less imposing than usual.


    "What are you doing?"


    "I''m taking off your clothes. I''ll wipe you down with warm water, then you need to lie down on the bed. Your clothes are wet, and if you lie down like this, you''ll soak the bed. And there''s only one bed here."


    The mention of one bed made Dn''s eyes flicker, and he turned his head away.


    ra noticed the tips of his ears turning red, and she felt a bit embarrassed herself.


    "Mr. Dn, pardon my intrusion."


    She helped him to the sofa and took off his pants, then hurried to the bathroom to fetch a basin of warm water to wipe him down.


    Dn''s physique was truly remarkable. How strange that someone who had been in a wheelchair for two years could maintain such a good shape?


    Blushing, she wiped him down thoroughly and helped him into bed, tucking him in snugly.


    She checked his forehead again. Still feverish.


    Quickly, she searched the room for medicine but found none.


    Desperate, she returned to the bed. "Mr. Dn, how are you feeling?"


    "Cold, itchy."


    His voice was hoarse, and his cheeks were flushed from the fever.


    ra, not caring about much else at that moment, quickly took a shower herself, grabbed a bedsheet from the closet to wrap around her, and slipped into the bed.


    With her there for warmth, maybe he wouldn''t feel so cold.


    She didn''t want anything to happen to Dn while he was under her care.


    But as soon as they were close, she could see Dn''s face clearly.


    Facing each other, Dn''s eyes were a bit unfocused as he slowly raised his hand, his fingertips brushing her cheek.


    ra quickly pulled away, and cold air rushed in as she heard him mutter, "Cold."


    She took a deep breath and inched a bit closer, this time not facing him directly but gazing at the ceiling.


    Hearing him constantly shifting, she asked, "What''s wrong?"


    "The allergic spots, they''re itchy."


    Dn, you''re quite the handful. Even the saints don''t cause this much trouble. Reluctantly, she turned to face him again. "Chest or back?"


    "Chest."


    Dn''s eyes were downcast, a few beads of sweat on his nose, looking unusually vulnerable.