Nan Fei stared blankly at him, her head swimming. It wasn't until she felt the soft touch on her lips that she realized what was happening. Just as she was about to struggle, Huo Beijiang had already drawn away.
"Hmm," he said contentedly, "It's not hot anymore. It seems the fever has really subsided."
"There's... there's no such way to take someone's temperature." Nan Fei instinctively wanted to say something, but upon seeing his chin covered with stubble, all she could manage was a whisper.
Dawn was breaking soon; he probably hadn't rested since saving lives yesterday.
Nan Fei wanted to thank him, but she was too embarrassed to voice it out. And the debt of life could not be repaid with a simple apology; actions were more important than words.
She was not good with words or at comforting people, but she was determined to strive and better herself.
Huo Beijiang looked at her with a smirk, claiming triumphantly, "This is my special ability."
Nan Fei was left speechless.
