The sound of heavy footsteps approached the bed. The temperature in the room also seemed to fall, making the air turn cold.
Aside from Bai Qinghao, it was unlikely that anyone else would have such an aura.
Bai Qinghao sat down on the edge of the bed and pressed his large palm against Fang Xinxin's forehead. "You don't have a fever. Do you feel very uncomfortable?"
Although it was a question, he sounded very certain.
Earlier, he had already noticed her poor complexion downstairs.
She shook her head and breathed in the scent of ginger in the air. She opened her eyes to see that he was holding a bowl in his hands.
"I made brown sugar ginger tea. Have some before you sleep." His cold, heavy voice sounded slightly gentle.
She sat up and leaned back against the bed frame. He considerately placed some pillows behind her back. His movements were very natural as though they were a couple who had lived together for many years.
