"Huang Qingtian, you have a fever!"
In the night, Huang Qingtian developed a fever, just as Yuanzhou had predicted.
And Mu Keren, who had successfully sneaked into his bedroom to sleep on the floor, was the first to notice.
By now, she had already made a call to Yuanzhou, and she had also prepared some ice water. With a towel dipped in it, she placed it on Huang Qingtian's forehead.
But the drowsy Huang Qingtian was somewhat disobedient; as soon as Mu Keren applied the towel, he would throw it off.
Having no choice, Mu Keren could only hold his head to keep him still.
Oddly enough, once Mu Keren embraced Huang Qingtian, he became much more docile. Though he would occasionally move, he merely subconsciously leaned into Mu Keren's embrace, not struggling nearly as much as before.
"Should we take him to the hospital?" Yuanzhou, after taking Huang Qingtian's temperature, which was close to forty degrees, scared Mu Keren half to death.
