Transmigration: I Have Storage Space in the Apocalypse

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In the middle of the night, Yan Jinsu developed a fever, and Xie Jingchen held his little wife anxiously, daring not to close his eyes for the rest of the night.

From time to time, he used his large hand to feel her forehead and back, and only relaxed a bit after confirming that she started to sweat and her temperature gradually decreased after taking medicine.

During this time, while his little wife was sleeping soundly, Xie Jingchen carefully changed her into warmer underclothes.

In order not to wake her, Xie Jingchen moved extremely gently.

Just before dawn, Yan Jinsu’s temperature finally completely subsided. Considering the outdoor temperature was already below ten degrees and his little wife’s physical condition, Xie Jingchen decided it was best to wait until the sun passed eight or nine o’clock and the fog cleared before taking action.

Although she had taken medicine, his little wife never quite woke up fully, yet whether she was somewhat conscious or not, she still didn’t sleep very soundly.

During this time, Xie Jingchen held his little wife and continued to rest uneasily to conserve energy.

Yan Jinsu must have caught cold while her little face was pressed against Xie Jingchen’s sweaty neck, and given her poor physical condition, it wasn’t surprising that she would develop a fever.

Had Xie Jingchen not known how frail Yan Jinsu’s constitution was, he wouldn’t have had the foresight to prepare a small cave as a foothold!