At this moment, the last thing he wanted to hear rang out, "Since you don't have a fever anymore, hurry up, pack up, and leave!"
Bei Yiyi leaned against the cabinet door, arms crossed, her beautiful eyes looked down at him, and there was no longer a hint of worry on her pale and delicate face.
"Who said I don't have a fever? The normal human body temperature is between 36.0°C and 37°C. I'm still running a fever!" The tall man's body leaned weakly against the headboard, his black hair falling over his forehead, and his long, dark lashes cast a shadow on his eyelids, giving him a sickly appearance. As he spoke, he coughed a few times as if uncomfortable.
In front of Bei Yiyi, Wu Yao had long thrown the concept of "shame" into outer space!
Bei Yiyi chuckled, "Wu Yao, with your strong body, 38.5°C isn't considered a fever at all. Besides, with how quickly your fever's dropping, in a little while, it won't be there at all. Alright, get up and go back to your own place!"
