Seeing him close the door, Xiang Wan was confused, "What are you doing?"
Zuo Xingyun pinned her against the wall beside the door, his towering figure exuding an oppressive force, "What were you chatting about with that kid? If it weren't for the snow, could the two of you have talked until dawn?"
Xiang Wan intended to rebuff him for being nosy but noticing his voice was hoarse, she reached out and touched his forehead.
He had a fever.
"You have a fever. I'll go see if there's any cold medicine. Why didn't you say you were feeling unwell sooner?"
The topic was deflected, and Zuo Xingyun, dissatisfied, braced his hand against the wall, encircling her in front of him, "I'm asking you a question."
Xiang Wan felt perplexed, "Please, I'm an adult. You need to manage even if I chat with someone? You should be more concerned about yourself. Not so young anymore, getting a cold and not saying anything, how are you going to have fun tomorrow?"
