She blinked. "Mr. Lu."
"Take the medicine."
"I can't. I have my own medicine. I still have to shoot later. I'm afraid I'll get sleepy if I take this," she said in a daze.
"This medicine won't make you feel sleepy."
Hearing this, Jin Lan reached out to grab the pills on his palm. When she touched his palm, it was a little warm. She randomly grabbed the pills and stuffed them into her mouth.
After the bottle of water was stuffed into her hand, she obediently took two sips.
Lu Mingjue raised his hand and touched her forehead.
Jin Lan suddenly sobered up. She felt the scorching heat of his skin stimulating the skin on her forehead.
A subtle and indescribable feeling stimulated her skin.
She sat up straight with a start and subconsciously pursed her lips.
"You don't have a fever," Lu Mingjue said. "You're alright."
He pulled his hand away.
