If it weren't for the fact that his fever left him weak all over, he really would have loved to teach her a lesson.
Xu Chaomu wrapped her arms around his neck and nuzzled him, then kissed him on the ear, "Of course it's you."
"Hmm." Shen Chi curled the corners of his lips, clearly satisfied on the inside, but his face showed dissatisfaction.
Was this even something that needed thinking about?
When Xu Chaomu was nuzzling against him, she felt his scorching body temperature, and she kissed his ear again—this was the first time she was willingly initiating a kiss with him.
There was a faint scent of green tea in his hair as she hugged his neck, clinging to his scent and refusing to let go.
"Xu Chaomu, Little Fairy, you still torment me like this when I'm sick."
Shen Chi helplessly curled his lips, didn't she know how much torture this was for a man?
However, this torture was a sweet burden indeed.
