Mo Jiangye Is Pretending to Be a Pig to Eat a Tiger

Mo Jiangye asked guiltily, "Are you awake?"

"Didn't you say you were sleepy? You haven't slept in a few days. Don't you want to sleep?"

He sighed. "Your face is injured. I can't rest unless you apply medicine. I can't sleep."

Ye Erruo's ears turned red as she hastily got up and left his embrace. "Then stop sleeping."

Upon seeing that his complexion had improved a lot, Ye Erruo re-evaluated his temperature. It was 38 degrees Celsius, but it was much better than 40 degrees Celsius.

How could he stand 40-degree fever? How could he not be afraid of becoming a fool?

Ye Erruo spent the entire day with Mo Jiangye until his fever subsided in the afternoon…

"Alright, I'm going back now," she said.

Mo Jiangye's pupils constricted. Going back?

"Your fever has subsided."

He would go crazy and look for her at home.

"Ugh…" Mo Jiangye looked pained as he hugged his body and covered his stomach with his hands.