Jiang Ruan's hand paused, "I don't know, I don't sleep well, and I sleep on my side."
The butler, Zhang Dazui, exclaimed, "Ah? But Mr. Zhan asked for the side-lying key, and he was running back and forth in your room all night! He even came down to get water several times."
He was taking her temperature, buying fever-reducing patches, and never even took off his dress shirt and suit!
All the puzzlement Jiang Ruan had throughout the night finally found its answer; the cooling Spiritual Spring in her dreams...
Was Zhan Xiaohan giving her water sip by sip.
Jiang Ruan lowered her eyelids, her fair face betraying no expression as if she were wrestling with something.
Finally, she raised her head and quietly ate a few mouthfuls of porridge.
"You can clear it up, I'm done," she said.
Jiang Ruan couldn't control her steps; deep down, she clearly wanted to keep her distance from Zhan Xiaohan.