Chen Yiran walked over to Tianxin, extending a slender arm to pull her into his embrace, then with his other hand, he gently felt her forehead. The skin his palm touched was burning up with a feverish heat.
"Running a fever??" Chen Yiran's delicate brows furrowed in concern. He shot a glance at Lu Yixiao, who stood there, woefully wrapped in a towel. His voice, decked in a cold aura, snapped, "Next time you want to put on a show of infidelity, Lu, choose a day when my girlfriend isn't sick."
He paused, then added, "Preferably during the day, it's unacceptable at night."
Lu Yixiao looked back at Chen Yiran, saying nothing, his eyes filled with desperate plea.
His gaze screamed two words: Rescue me!
