"Mom, I'm okay now," he whispered, "I... just felt a little uncomfortable earlier, but I'm fine now. Heh heh."
As he spoke, he was somewhat sheepish.
Actually, he was perfectly healthy.
It was too bad that Dad had thought of such a way to get Mom to come see him.
But Gu Zhixi couldn't be at ease; she cradled her son's little face, carefully checking him all over and then touched his forehead, frowning.
"Your forehead feels a bit hot," she said, her expression serious and eyes slightly red, "I'm going to call the doctor right now."
"Don't, Mom," the little guy quickly embraced her, refusing to let go, "I really am fine! My forehead is hot because... erm, I was just napping under the blankets. Mom, stay with me for a while, will you?"
Zhixi looked at him with suspicion.
The little guy all but swore to the heavens: "Really! Don't worry, Mom, if I felt bad, I would definitely tell you."
