When Si Yehan heard her, he extended his large palm and placed it on her forehead. After a moment, his face relaxed. "Temperature's normal - you don't have a fever."
Ye Wanwan's expression turned gloomy.
WHAT!
I soaked in ice water for nothing! I actually already realized that when I woke up, I didn't have a fever and felt even more invigorated and could leap and run around!
She didn't have a choice anymore and could only show off her acting skills…
Ye Wanwan immediately protested, "Nonsense, why do I feel so uncomfortable then? Your hand isn't accurate at all! Liar! You just want to leave! You just want to leave me here alone!"
To be safe, Si Yehan took a look at her, held her wrist up and placed his fingers on it.
Ye Wanwan looked at Si Yehan's actions and was stunned, completely dumbstruck--damn, since when did he learn how to take somebody's pulse?
