When Zhou Lin brought out water and medicine, Cheng Zhiwei had already climbed out of bed on her own.
Zhou Lin placed the cup on the table and, with one hand, pulled her back into his arms, his voice deep and slightly angry, "You're running a fever, what are you wandering around for?"
Cheng Zhiwei felt dizzy, but was still stubborn about not staying there, "I said, it's none of your business. I want to go back now."
"Go back and infect the kids?" Zhou Lin ignored her struggles, lifted her up, carried her back into the master bedroom, and pressed her down on the bed with the quilt.
Cheng Zhiwei was already irritated by Zhou Lin, and feeling uncomfortable, her temper flared up, "Zhou Lin, what do you really want? Still feeling unsatisfied because you didn't get what you wanted that day?"
She briskly threw off the quilt, her lips curving into a scornful, mocking smile, "Do you want it now?"