Qin Siting looked at her. She also looked at him. Seeing that he did not respond, she took the thermometer from him and pressed it against her forehead. Then she looked at the new temperature and raised it to show him. "Look, look, look. It's rising again. It's 38 degrees Celsius now! If I go back like this and faint, something will happen!"
Qin Siting saw that her fever had clearly increased by one point, but she was so excited that it was as if her yearly assessment results had increased by several ranks. He received the thermometer and turned to walk to the kitchen. As he walked, he said, "Since you have a fever, don't eat salty food. Change the vegetable noodles with onion oil."
"Anything is fine." Shi Niange laid on the sofa without moving. However, at the thought that she could stay at his place openly at night, even if her body was uncomfortable, she still shook her feet excitedly.
