"You have a high fever."
The little woman blinked. She didn't feel a thing.
"Because you've been in a deep sleep and your husband has cooled off quickly, you naturally wouldn't feel anything," Xi Yemo said, his gaze fixed intently on Lan Xin Ai.
"Husband, I've put you through a lot."
Lan Xin Ai planted a kiss on his face, feeling a bit embarrassed. It was so awkward, this high fever and she didn't even feel it.
I hope my husband doesn't think that I slept like a log.
"Wife, you slept like a pig and it wasn't any trouble for me," Xi Yemo teased, gently patting her messy hair.
"..."
The little woman glared at him: "I wasn't feeling well because I didn't rest well yesterday and then all these things happened today. That's why it happened."
She would absolutely never admit that she slept like a pig.
"Wife, you're right," Xi Yemo said, not burst her bubble.
"Why would I have such a high fever all of a sudden?"