After Chi Nuan drank the water, she lay down.
Probably really feeling unwell, she quickly fell asleep, and then she had a dream.
In the dream, Lu Zhan was just as gentle as in reality, and he gently lowered his head and kissed her on the lips.
His kiss was as gentle as water, making her unable to resist.
Nervous and shy, she let out a soft hum: "Hmm..."
Lu Zhan, who was originally reading a book, heard the subtle sound, stood up, and walked to the bedside.
Looking down, he saw Chi Nuan's face unusually flushed, her hands tightly clutching the quilt, her brows furrowed, as if she were in great discomfort...
What's wrong with her?
Is she having a fever?
Lu Zhan looked somewhat nervously at Chi Nuan's flushed face, pursing his lips, and extended his hand, gently touching her forehead.
The palm of his hand was burning, as if indeed she was a bit feverish…
He was just about to wake her up when Chi Nuan's hand pressed against his hand.
