"Should?"
In some aspects, Yan Chi probably resembles his father closely; he doesn't particularly like hearing probabilistic words like maybe or perhaps.
He suddenly stood up and raised his hand to check his forehead temperature. Probably because he had just touched a cup of warm water, he felt that measuring temperature with his hand didn't seem very accurate.
"It shouldn't be hot anymore." Although Jiang Ruan isn't a doctor, she's aware of how her body feels.
But what happened next was unexpected...
Yan Chi suddenly leaned closer.
She instinctively tightened her grip on the glass she was holding, because...
His forehead touched hers.
With their foreheads lightly touching, the warm breath he exhaled seeped into every part of her body.
Even the cup in her tightly clenched hands seemed to be heating up from the warmth of the water inside.
"It seems... the fever's gone." He chuckled softly.
Breathing so close...
Jiang felt like her face and body were about to heat up again.
