Lin Yan softly murmured an acknowledgment, but didn't continue to probe further.
"I'm going to take a shower, you rest first, you're tired too. At the hospital, I saw the bloodshot in your eyes from fatigue."
Lin Yan took off her jacket; she had been careful about the clothes she wore at the hospital, fearing she might bring germs home.
"If you have a fever, don't shower. I'll just wipe your body; you can sit on the sofa."
With her ears turning red, Lin Yan shyly said, "No, I want to shower. Being wiped down by you feels strangely awkward."
In her mind, she had already visualized the scenario: Lu Chenyuan holding a hot towel, asking her to strip down, wiping her everywhere; one thing could lead to another in such moments.
Her face grew redder, leading Lu Chenyuan to assume her fever had spiked again, so he touched her forehead, but it felt normal.
He seemed not to have a fever.
