Mengmeng, who was taking her temperature, was oblivious to the inner turmoil he was experiencing at the moment.
She lowered her tiptoes, looked at him worriedly, and took his hand to walk inside the house, "Gu Zhihan, I feel like you really might have a fever. Let's check with a thermometer again!"
When she had felt his forehead earlier, it had been warmer than hers.
"No need..." Gu Zhihan was about to refuse, but the young girl had already pulled him into the bedroom.
Luo Mengmeng had found the thermometer and personally tucked it under his arm, "Taking your temperature won't hurt you, just check it out!"
The girl's voice was soft and tender, like sweet rice porridge. After Gu Zhihan gave a grunt of approval, he let her have her way.
Five minutes later, Luo Mengmeng pulled out the thermometer, and her expression changed instantly upon seeing the reading.
"Do I really have a fever?" Gu Zhihan glanced at her face and guessed.
