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However, she also felt that there wasn"t much that had changed with her body.

At least from hearing her friends" experiences, their first time would hurt!

She only felt exhausted and didn"t seem to be feeling any pain.

So she shouldn"t have you-know-what, right?

Lucky…

Mo Xiaomeng was feeling scared after the event.

Although she didn"t know how Ye Sijue had saved her, she was very grateful that he had at least woken her up.

So, Mo Xiaomeng said to him, "Although I don"t know what your name is…"

( Boxno vel. co m )  "Ye Sijue," he said suddenly in his low voice.

Mo Xiaomeng was stunned for a moment as she thought she had heard wrong. "What"s… your name?"

Didn"t he refuse to tell her earlier?

Why the sudden change of mind?

Ye Sijue frowned, looking a little regretful.

He didn"t know why, but when he saw her looking lost, he blurted his name in a moment of impulse.

But since he had already said it, and he wasn"t petty person, he said again, "My name is Ye Sijue."

"Ye… Si… Jue." Mo Xiaomeng said his name word by word as if she was admiring it. A smile appeared on her face after knowing his name.

Ye Sijue stared at her, "What about you?"

"My name is…" Mo Xiaomeng paused for a while. Just as she was about to say "Annie," she swallowed it back and said, "My name is Mo Xiaomeng."

"Mo Xiaomeng," Ye Sijue said, sounding amused as if her name was very interesting.

He had to admit that this name was quite suitable for her.

Hearing him say her name in his low, s.e.xy voice, she felt it was oddly pleasant to hear.

Suddenly, she felt her head spinning, and she staggered a little.

With his sharp eye, Ye Sijue immediately noticed that her body was swaying.

"What"s the matter?" he asked, sounding unwittingly concerned.

Mo Xiaomeng suddenly squatted down and held her forehead with her palm. Then she said weakly, "I"m not feeling very well…"

The moment she finished saying, she coughed and then retched.

With a long stride, Ye Sijue came down from the bed and quickly walked to her side.

Then, he realized that she had cold sweat on her forehead. After soaking in warm water, the rosy color that was restored on her lips had gone pale again.

"I think I"m… Sick."

Before she could finish speaking, Mo Xiaomeng fell toward the side.

Ye Sijue extended his arms and caught her in time into his embrace.

The warm big hand touched her cheek and patted it. "Hey, what"s the matter?"

However, the skin that he felt beneath his palm was slightly hot.

Ye Sijue furrowed his brows. He placed his palm on her forehead and checked her temperature.

D*mmit!

She has a fever!

He quickly carried her up horizontally, put her on the bed, and covered her with a blanket.

Grim-faced, Mo Xiaomeng opened her eyes slightly and clasped at her chest. Looking at Ye Sijue, she said, "I feel so uncomfortable…"

"Bear with it for awhile. I"ll get the doctor."

Mo Xiaomeng whimpered just like a small injured pet.

She had rarely been sick. Even if she had been sick, she had never felt this uncomfortable. It was as if there was both a hot and a cold current intertwining throughout her body.

Ye Sijue picked up his phone from the side and kept a cold expression as he dialed his a.s.sistant"s phone number.