Leonardo returned to the room with the liquor and towel the old man had given him.

When he entered, Summer sat on the bed in a daze.

Because of the fever, she flushed and frowned. Her eyes were misty and watery.

When Leonardo entered, she frowned tensely before narrowing her eyes to recognize him.

When he approached, Summer said, "Where did you go?"

She said slowly and sounded pathetic.

Leonardo sat down beside the bed. She was wearing only one of his shirts, and he could see her smooth and snow-white legs as soon as he lowered his head.

Due to the fever, she was dull.

Leonardo pulled the quilt over her and said in a cold voice, "Lie down."

Summer pursed her lips and refused, "No."

She was already a little delirious because of the fever. Therefore, she didn't care what Leonardo said. She only felt that his tone was so fierce, so she definitely wouldn't do as he said.

Leonardo stared at her for a few seconds as if he could see what she was thinking. He frowned slightly and said softly, "Lie down."

"Okay." Summer was very cooperative this time.

However, at this moment, she was delirious. Hearing Leonardo's words, she lay straight down.

Fortunately, Leonardo quickly grabbed her.

Due to the fever, she was weak. Leonardo held her by the shoulders and easily put her on the bed.

He stretched out his hand and touched her forehead. It was very hot.

Leonardo unscrewed the cap of the liquor bottle and took a look before putting it back.

Liquor could cool her down physically, but it was better to use less.

Leonardo put a wet towel on Summer's forehead, tucked the corner of her blanket, and turned around to go downstairs.

The old man was sitting in the doorway, holding his cat with one hand, and a very long pipe in his other hand. He was putting a few pieces of tobacco in to light it.

The kind of tobacco in his hand was home-grown, unprocessed, so the smell of tobacco was so strong that it was a little pungent.

Leonardo frowned and walked to sit opposite the old man.

The old man gave the pipe to Leonardo and said, "Would you like some?"

"No, thanks!" Leonardo said softly.

"How is your wife?" The old man seemed to ask just casually.copy right hot novel pub