Indeed, laying directly on the bed with sheets over her would be much better than this. She was dressed in that nightgown with various marks from last night littered over her. This was basically challenging the small amount of restraint he had after seeing that she was ill.
Mo Jingshen handed the thermometer to her and turned to walk away, saying: "Check your temperature again. If there isn't a fever anymore, you don't have to take more medicine."
Ji Nuan received it. After using it, she answered: "37 degrees."
The man made an 'en' sound and did not say more. He did not even look at her again.
At the same time, his phone rang. Ji Nuan took the opportunity while the man stood by the window to answer his call and clambered off the bed. She picked up her own phone and returned to the bed with it. She could hear the man's mild tone as he lightly replied to a few matters; it was likely a call from America's side and seemed to be related to Los Angeles.
