"Let's go?" Yu Qiao asked absentmindedly just like what he did when he was not paying attention to Mo Che.
Mo Lihua chuckled, "What? You don't want to go to school? Father will bring us there," she explained before frowning when she noticed that something is wrong with his face being pale.
"Not feeling well?" She asked as she stepped to stand in front of him, her hand touching his forehead. "Eh? You are so warm Brother Qiao! You have a fever!" Mo Lihua exclaimed.
Fever? More like horny, Yu Qiao lips twitch slightly as he cannot laugh at his current predicament. He is just lucky that the shirt that Mo Che's presence is dampening to his impending arousal.
That would be in a different case if Mo Lihua continues to stay close to him. Touching him even.
"No fever. I'm fine. Just hangover." Yu Qiao murmured, as he gently removed Mo Lihua's hand that is still on his forehead.
"Oh? Are you sure?"
