Fever 9

Zhou Mo remained in a daze, and her speech was unclear. But her words entered Han Chen's ears loud and clear.

"Why?" Han Chen choked.

"You are so annoying... You always make me feel restless..."

"Why are you feeling restless?"

"My head hurts, it hurts so much," Zhou Mo massaged her temples, "I'm just annoyed, really annoyed. The more I think of you, the more annoyed I get."

Han Chen froze for a moment, not immediately understanding the meaning behind Zhou Mo's "think of you."

"Why do you think of me?"

"You're not here."

Relieved, Han Chen smiled lightly, "So you think of me when I'm not around?"

"I even think of you when you're here."

Han Chen chuckled, "Oh? What do you think of me?"

"You look good, but you're poor and stingy."

Han Chen frowned, "How am I stingy?"

"Cheapskate," Zhou Mo scolded without answering Han Chen's question.

Han Chen didn't quite understand what Zhou Mo meant by "cheapskate." He wanted to ask, but Zhou Mo had already fallen into a light sleep.