Lu Moqing didn't refute, just smiled with his eyes, quietly watching her work on his forehead. She was leaning close to him, and her faint body fragrance made Lu Moqing's mouth feel dry and parched.
Realizing his physiological reaction, Lu Moqing coughed lightly to disguise it, followed by a hoarse voice whining with a hint of grievance that didn't match his aloof demeanor.
"I told you earlier that I needed your help when I was taking a shower, but you refused."
His deep gaze, filled with a subtle glint, rested on Qiao Xu's face, making his words seem all the more justified.
Qiao Xu glanced at him. If it weren't for the fact that he really had a fever, she would want to sew up his mouth too.
"Alright, don't let the wounds get infected anymore."
Qiao Xu re-bandaged him and poured him a glass of water, "Here's the fever reducer. Take it first."
Lu Moqing's fever was quite high, no wonder his voice sounded so hoarse.
