These years have been so hectic, I really didn't spend enough time with Jiujiu.
Seeing that Eleven was truly worried, Fang Jiujiu had no choice but to shelf his contempt. He gently brushed her forehead and casually said, "Chill out. I'm alright! It's just a fever, I won't die ╮(╯▽╰)╭."
"..." Eleven was at a loss for words. She grabbed his little hand and placed it in her own palm, muttering, "It's really hot… sweetheart, are you really okay? It's 39.5 degrees, aren't you uncomfortable?"
Although I don't know how high Cute's fever was last night, that's how a sick child should look like, burrowing into her arms, whimpering in a delightful way, and calling for mommy, pitifully.
But looking at Jiujiu…
Uncle Jiu really knows how to stay bossy even when he's ill. He truly deserves to be reborn into a royal family! He's full of natural imperial vibes, truly awesome!
