Huo Mutian entered the room, "I told you your body can't handle it, how come you're already burning with fever after just an afternoon apart."
"You... stop with... the sarcastic comments."
Wen Qiao half leaned on the bed, only feeling the world spinning before her eyes, her head heavy and dizzy, with waves of fever and nausea surging up one after another.
She closed her eyes in discomfort, her lips tightly pressed together.
Jiang Yao and Ye Shengnan had gone out and weren't at the hotel, Xiao Chu was also on the way back from dinner, leaving only Lin Ruochun and Huo Mutian in the room.
When Huo Mutian arrived, he brought some medicine, and Lin Ruochun prepared it, sitting by the bed to hand it to her: "Drink it quickly, don't say no, this is the first time I've ever had to take care of someone, if you dare not drink it, I'll pour this bowl over your head."
