The atmosphere stiffened for a few seconds.
Chen Qingtian's head dove into the covers in a fluster, but accidentally knocked against Han Jingwen's chest.
Han Jingwen let out a low chuckle.
Chen Qingtian curled up inside the blanket, her face scorching hot.
The hand Han Jingwen had placed on her shoulder moved upward to rest on her forehead, his tone laced with affectionate teasing, "Seems like you still might have a fever!"
Chen Qingtian's face grew even hotter, her body stiffened, not daring to move an inch.
Han Jingwen gently tousled her hair, then lifted the blanket and got out of bed.
Looking down at Chen Qingtian, who had wrapped herself into a cocoon, his peripheral vision caught a glimpse of the phone charging on the nightstand.
It was Chen Qingtian's phone.
The previous night, when he had carelessly plugged her phone in to charge, he had inadvertently seen the screen light up—the battery was still half full.
