Having one or two long hairs on the floor was understandable if she did, as she claimed, spend some time in his bedroom. However, if her hair was found under his arm, didn't that mean that she had spent the night sleeping in his bed?
Song Qingchun's hand that reached for the phone slowed. She looked around, then she suddenly raised her eyes to look at Su Zhinian and asked, "Mr. Su, how's your fever?"
Song Qingchun raised her hand to touch Su Zhinian's forehead while her other hand surreptitiously swiped the hair away from his bed.
When her hand fell on Su Zhinian's forehead, he stopped moving, and her thoughts poured into his mind.
So, she was worried that he might find out she had slept in his bed from noticing her hair… Even though there was another reason behind her concerned question, Su Zhinian still felt warm in his heart.
The usually reticent man suddenly opened his mouth to initiate a conversation. "Did Doctor Xia come over last night?"
