Jing Yan had lived for more than 20 years, but this was the first time he experienced how a day felt like a year.
He wished that time could pass faster, but the short five minutes made him suffer.
On one hand, he was afraid that He Miao would suspect his actions when she woke up, but on the other hand, he did not want to continue staying in the same bed as her. He just wanted to quickly take her temperature and wake her up.
Jing Yan stared at the clock on the wall. When the minute hand had just passed five minutes, Jing Yan could not wait to grab the thermometer under her armpit.
However, his claws were not as useful as his fingers. He tried a few times but could not take out the thermometer successfully.
He was so anxious that he felt very frustrated.
His claws had touched that soft and disheveled part of her body countless times, and Jing Yan was very regretful.
