Ye Anhao saw the man's face getting darker and darker, and felt a little scared in her heart, but she still spoke up fearlessly, "Can you get off me?"
This man was too hateful, always making physical contact with her, and it was this physical contact that she disliked the most. He
Ouyang Che gave her a deep look, but didn't make any more drastic movements, and then rolled off her. However, even though he moved away from her, the faint scent on Ye Anhao's body still lingered at his nose, making him restless unconsciously.
Ouyang Che quickly calmed himself down again, coldly withdrew his gaze, took a box of fever-reducing medicine from the bedside table, and tossed it in front of Ye Anhao, "Take this later."
Hearing Ouyang Che's tone, Ye Anhao felt very displeased. She glared at him coolly but did not reach out her hand. This man was too annoying, who knows if what he gave her was really fever medicine, if it was something else, she might not even be able to cry.
