"Then what else could it be?" An Ning asked him.
His weak eyes showed a particular pity. "Isn't it because you like me?"
"I do not!" An Ning loudly denied.
"Hehe..." He chuckled. "Even if you admit it, I know you like me."
"Think whatever you want!" What others think, she couldn't possibly crawl into their heads and control, right?
Five minutes later,
An Ning reached out her hand to him. "The thermometer can be taken out now."
Mo Ang was still very obedient, taking it out and handing it to her.
Seeing the reading of 39 degrees, she anxiously said, "You have a high fever, you need immediate physical cooling."
"Cough, cough..." He coughed continuously. "It shouldn't be that serious."
"Take off your clothes," An Ning said as she pulled out rubbing alcohol.
Mo Ang lazily leaned back on the sofa, not moving.
"Take off your clothes quickly!" she urged again.
"Being urged by a woman to undress, I should be happy, right?" Mo Ang teased.
