Elliot felt cold. The moment Avery left his arms, he was so cold he shuddered as if he were about to freeze to death. He could not let her go.

"Elliot, please don't torture yourself again in the future?" Avery had lost count of the number of times. "Whether you made a mistake, or I made a mistake, you have to stop torturing yourself."

His breathing turned heavier. He was like a ball of fire at that moment, constantly emitting heat.

Avery was worried that a fever might cause him further problems.

"Elliot, let me go. I'll go get medicine for you." She pushed his arms away, wanting to get up.

He quickly grabbed hold of her, going up against her.

"Elliot, are you trying to die from sickness?!" Her arms hurt from his grab.

She did not want to yell at him, but if she did not sober him up, even if she used force, she might not escape his clutches.

After her yells, his grip on her lightened a little, but he still did not let her go.

She sat in front of him. She could not leave him, bu