"Is there a possibility that your forehead's temperature is just too low?"
Facing Xia Xinyu's concerned gaze, Chen Yuan speculated.
"Why won't you just admit you have a fever?"
Just now, Xia Xinyu had pressed her forehead to Chen Yuan's, clearly feeling the abnormal, burning heat that was definitely not normal body temperature.
Not only did he have a fever, but it was quite high.
Probably around 38.5 degrees Celsius.
"It's not that I won't admit it, just... hey, keep your distance from me."
As Xia Xinyu moved to touch his forehead again, Chen Yuan shielded his mouth and nose with the quilt, reminding her to keep her distance.
Xia Xinyu first didn't catch on, thinking maybe she was just in the way. But when she realized Chen Yuan didn't want to infect her, she was even less likely to let him off the hook, "You know you're sick, so stop being stubborn."
"Alright."
