After a brief response, Bo Yan threw off the thin blanket on him, leaving Yuran gaping, "What are you doing?"
"Hot!"
He didn't seem very energetic, his tone somewhat weak. Yuran quickly stepped forward and covered him with the blanket again, "Don't move around!"
Bo Yan: "..."
Realizing that her action might have been inappropriate, Yuran felt momentarily awkward and turned her face away unnaturally, "I..."
"Get out!"
"Oh, okay, I'm going out now!" Yuran slipped away as if avoiding some bacterium, quickly leaving Bo Yan's room and shutting the door. She stood in the corridor, slightly dazed.
It serves you right for meddling. It's not like you don't know how much Bo Yan dislikes you.
"Baby, what are you doing standing here?" Bo Yan's mother came up with a thermometer, seeing Yuran standing at the door and asked curiously. Yuran gave Bo Yan's mother a smile, "Nothing, godmother, I just came up to get some fever medicine for Seventh Brother!"
