"The doctor said you didn't eat breakfast, that's why you fainted from low blood sugar." Li junyu walked to the side of the bed.
His large palm landed on ruan Mengmeng's forehead.
A slightly cold palm suddenly touched the skin on her forehead, causing ruan Mengmeng to shiver unconsciously.
She turned her head away, trying to avoid the man's touch.
"What's wrong, cold?" Li junyu lowered his eyes and looked at her indifferently.
The large palm that was placed in front of her forehead did not move away. It still landed on her forehead, and even used a little more force.
It was as if he was not letting her escape.
Ruan Mengmeng furrowed her brows, a hint of stubbornness in her eyes. not cold, Qianqian.
She wasn't cold. She just didn't want him to touch her.
"Also, didn't the doctor say that I have low blood sugar? If that's the case, why are you touching my forehead? I don't have a fever, Yingluo."
