Fever 8

Han Chen handed the towel to Zhou Mo.

"Earlier, why were you avoiding me and keeping your distance?" he asked.

Zhou Mo was wiping her face with the towel when her hand suddenly stopped midway. She wiped haphazardly before returning the towel to Han Chen. "I thought you were going to smother me to death."

What a nonsensical answer!

Han Chen was both exasperated and amused. "Am I that bad in your eyes?"

"And if not?" Zhou Mo replied irritably, "What makes you think you're so great?"

Han Chen was helpless; she was stubborn even when she was sick and showed no signs of relenting.

"Are you still feeling uncomfortable?" Han Chen asked.

Zhou Mo glared at him. "Do you think a cold and fever can be cured in an hour?"

Han Chen had nothing to say.

Zhou Mo was upset today, and Han Chen seemed to have made multiple mistakes.

"I'll go find some medicine for you," he said as he left the bedroom.