Qiao Xu's face instantly stiffened, and her consciousness became fully alert as memories of what happened during the night rushed into her mind.
She abruptly sat up from Lu Moqing's embrace, reached out to feel his forehead, and breathed a sigh of relief when she found that his temperature had returned to normal.
As she was about to withdraw her hand, a large palm covered the back of her hand, pressing it against his forehead.
"Awake?"
The pleasant voice, tinged with the huskiness and sexiness of someone who had just awoken, made Qiao Xu's heart tremble.
Lu Moqing opened his eyes, with sunlight casting upon his thick eyelashes and casting a beautiful shadow beneath his eyes.
Qiao Xu's gaze inadvertently collided with his pitch-black pupils, causing a slight ripple in her otherwise calm heart.
She awkwardly averted her gaze, nonchalantly pulled her hand from Lu Moqing's palm, and pretended to be calm: "Your fever is gone, we will go see the doctor later."
