821 Fever

The call went through, but despite ringing for some time, it was unanswered.

Right now, the incessantly vibrating and ringing phone was on the seat inside his Porsche, which was parked at the carpark.

"No one answered the call," his assistant explained, "and this is Xingze's work phone. He puts it aside once his work ends."

"Can you please try again?" Mu Xi clasped her palms together in a pleading gesture.

"All right," Ruo Bing agreed.

She made several calls, which all went unanswered.

Seeing how disappointed she was, she consoled smilingly, "Don't worry; Yun Shishi is an adult and not a child. You can't be blamed for losing her, can you? You needn't be so anxious."

The younger assistant furrowed her brows disturbingly.

"When I first became an assistant, I was just like you. I tried tugging closely behind Xingze like he's my kid, but in reality, our role as an assistant doesn't mean that we take over everything. The artistes need their personal space, too."

Lin Fengtian thought for a while and told Mu Xi with a frown, "You go back first. I'll send someone to look for them."

"All right. Thank you, Director Lin." The assistant could only listen to his suggestion.

…

Inside the elevator at this moment.

Yun Shishi retreated into a corner with a blanket wrapped around her wet body. Unfortunately, this could not stop the onslaught of damp and heavy gust of cold wind.

The ventilator inside the elevator was blowing cold wind continuously.

She started feeling cold with her wet clothes sticking on her body. After being drenched for a long while under the man-made rain earlier, coupled with the cold air steadily blowing, she was wet and cold now.

She could not tell how long it had been since they got trapped in this lift. All she knew was that time seemed to have stood still. Gradually, she started feeling light-hearted.

She slumped in the corner with much lethargy.

Gu Xingze continued pressing the alarm bell for help until its battery ran flat. No alarm went off after that.

"D*mn!"

Muttering a curse under his breath, he turned around and saw her shivering and burrowing into the blanket.

His heart tightened into a knot, and he hastily approached her. Squatting, he placed his hand carefully on her shoulder and felt the coldness and wetness of her skin with his fingertips.

His heart ached as he tapped her shoulder lightly.

"Shishi, what happened to you?"

"Eh…"

She was getting drowsy by the second. Her eyes, without focus, peeked out from the blanket.

"Cold…"

"Cold?"

"So cold…"

He looked up to see the mist of cold air from the ventilator bellowing directly at her.

No wonder she's cold!

He told her gently, "Shishi, don't sit here; you'll catch a cold."

She shifted her body, frowning slightly, and tried to get up while gripping his arm for support; her legs wobbled. "Eh."

When he touched her hands, he felt her palms covered in cold sweat while her fingertips were hot. With a start, he reached out his palm toward her forehead to test her temperature.

He could feel a burning sensation under his palm.

She's running a temperature now!

He was full of anxiety as he bit his lower lip in frustration.

As he fretted over her, he cursed this hotel for not having an emergency kit on standby.

Worried that she might be freezing still, he brought her over to another corner. He then took off his outer coat to cover her back in hopes of providing her with more warmth.

She barely had any strength left to thank him.