Be careful, I might get angry

But that was the only word she could think of. After all, Tang Ji 'an was the first man she had ever liked.

His hand was still wandering around her forehead, and then he touched his own. "Yingluo does seem a little hot."

It wasn't because of the fever, but because someone's heart was racing.

Mu Mian turned around.||"I'm fine, I'm fine. I don't have a cold," she said in a flustered manner.

The rain poured on the window, and the wind started to get stronger. Mu Mian felt her ears buzzing.

Tang Ji 'an turned around and went upstairs.

Mu Mian wiped her hair mechanically with a suspicious look on her face. Where was he going?

Not long after, Tang Ji 'an came down with a mercury thermometer. "I'm taking your temperature."

"I really don't have a cold," mu Mian did not know whether to laugh or cry.

Previously, in chongxian, mu Mian had forcefully pried his arm away and stuffed the thermometer under his armpit. Things had really changed now.