C439 The Scapegoat

The next day, Shen Jian inevitably came down with a high fever. He lay bundled up in bed, waiting for Mao Jinlan to bring him medicine and water, looking quite content.

Mao Jinlan touched his forehead; it was still burning hot, and she instantly became agitated. "What were you thinking?!"

She had seen him come back soaking wet in the middle of the night and was genuinely scared out of her wits