"Xiao Rou, I miss you so much!" Zhuang Liu struggled to sit up. He hugged Tan Rou's waist and leaned his face against her stomach. "I haven't seen you in a long time. I feel like I'm going to die."
"Don't talk nonsense! Don't say what you just said in the future," Tan Rou scolded him.
Zhuang Liu, who had a fever, was especially obedient. He nodded and said, "Yes. Rourou told me not to say anything, so I won't."
Tan Rou's tone was very cold. "Do you know that you have a fever?"
Zhuang Liu said indifferently, "It's nothing serious. I've had such a situation before. As long as the fever goes down, I'll be fine."
Tan Rou was very angry. "When I came in, you were lying on the ground like a dried fish. Your whole body felt like it was on fire, and you kept shouting 'headache.' If I hadn't found you, you might never have seen me again."
