Ashe put his forehead against hers and spoke to her face-to-face, "Luckily you don't have a fever. I was worried that you would get sick and cry."
Isla thought about her behavior last night and it was really hard to refute his words. Some behaviors are uncontrollable.
As for her, she seems to be the kind of person who is spoiled by her favor.
She hooked his finger, "If you still have a fever tonight, call the doctor to give you an injection."
"What nonsense are you talking about." He took her hand and led her downstairs, "Sit down obediently, I'll go cook."
She took the initiative, "I'll help."
She was pressed onto the sofa by him, and her fingers hooked her hair to her ears, "Isla, you are helping me by sitting here obediently."
She was somewhat dissatisfied, "I won't make things worse."
He looked quite serious, "You can't touch cold water when you are sick."
