Zhuo Jian's tears plopped down onto her face.
How could she not care about him?
They had grown up together since childhood, and she had loved him for so many years!
Fu Yanye pressed his lips against hers for a moment, then helped her up, cupping her face with both hands, his forehead against hers, suddenly frowning, "Are you running a fever?"
Zhuo Jian: "..."
She only felt her entire body was hot and lacked strength.
She thought it was because he had scared her.
Her legs were even weak!
Of course, she dared not say!
Fu Yanye pressed his forehead against hers several times, then directly picked her up from the ground, "Where did you sleep last night?"
Zhuo Jian just stared at him blankly, a bit lost.
Fu Yanye carried her back to the bedroom, placed her on the bed, not minding the pain in his own forehead, and comforted her, "Lie still, I'll go find a thermometer."
"It's in the cabinet above the kitchen."
Zhuo Jian reminded him subconsciously.
