LOVE OF TWO ERAS
He finally fed a few spoonfuls in, but he spat them all out.
Laura put the medicine bowl on the bedside table and wiped the medicine juice from the corner of his mouth with a handkerchief. When he touched his face, he found it was so hot. There was only one bedside lamp in the bedroom, and the dim light shone on his chiseled face, his eyes closed tightly as if he was asleep, but his lips were very pale, dry, and white from the fever.
She moistened his lips with a cotton swab. For some reason, although he didn't wake up, he suddenly raised his hand and grasped hers. He had a fever and his palms were very hot, but she didn't try to break free.
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