Let me go, Mr. Hill Novel [By Shallow South] Chapter 2132
Ryan walked out with Freya on his back.
It was normal to see a man carrying a woman in a place like a hospital.
Freya was lying on his back. Only when a chilly wind blew past her did she wonder when Ryan had started carrying her.
Was she being too dramatic? She had never had anyone carry her, not even when she used to feel weak from a fever.
However, lying on a broad back made her relax. She seemed to have found someone to rely on and did not want to come down.
Perhaps no matter how old one was, they would always wish for someone to rely on when they were sick.
Only after Ryan put her down in the car did she mutter, “Are you tired? Am I a bit too heavy?”
“Heavy? It didn’t feel so.”
Ryan bent over to fasten the seat belt for her.
Freya got a close-up on his handsome face and beautiful, long brows. Suddenly, her heart softened. At one point, she had the urge to extend her hands and wrap them around his neck.
As soon as the idea struck her, a trace of disbelief flashed across her mind. Then, she tapped herself lightly on the head.
Did the fever make her muddle—headed?
“Does your head hurt?” After asking her softly, Ryan stared into her eyes.
“Huh?”
What she received in response was Ryan touching her forehead once again.
“I saw you tapping your head, so I thought you were having a headache,” Ryan explained. “It seems that your temperature has risen.”
“It’s okay. I’ve taken the antipyretic, so I’ll be fine after a while.” Freya’s neck shrank, and she dodged his hand.
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