The temperature was 38.9 degrees, not as high as Bo Yeyuan's fever. The rash on his body was caused by an allergic reaction after being bitten by a mosquito.
Yet he acted as if the end of the world had come, as if she had contracted a terminal disease.
Li Qiyu glanced at him lazily, his performance quite convincing. Every time he committed domestic violence against her, he did so without the slightest mercy.
"You're sick, why didn't you say so earlier?" He pinched her chin, feeding her a pill, "Li Qiyu, I command you to eat on time every day and take good care of yourself! If you get sick, I will become ill—if I'm ill, everyone in the Bo family will be sick!"
"So if I die, will you die too?" Li Qiyu pinched his ear.
Bo Yeyuan's heart clenched, and he glared at her fiercely, "Dare to die! I'll dig up the Li family's ancestral grave!"
"Dig it up, I don't care."
