Lu Fengxuan looked perplexed as her body shivered at his teasing touch. Lowering her head, her gaze landed on his hand.
"What are you doing?"
Hearing her question, Yu Chiyin feigned innocence, "Shouldn't I be the one asking you that? Look, you've been messing with my clothes."
"Mrs. Yu, I'm a patient, you know!"
At the end, he didn't forget to perform a perfect imitation of a complaint, as if she were some kind of hooligan.
Lu Fengxuan's temples twitched.
"You've eaten and drunk your fill, so you have the energy to joke now, huh."
She reached out with her other hand and slapped his arm, "Let go, I need to take your temperature."
"No need to check, I feel much better myself. But the porridge was too salty, get me another glass of water." Yu Chiyin dropped his airs in front of her.
Lu Fengxuan didn't insist on taking his temperature and poured him a glass of water. Halfway through, he took it and drank it all in one gulp.