After arranging the blanket, Tang Zhiluo was about to leave when Mo Xun grabbed her hand just as she turned around.
Tang Zhiluo paused, turning her head.
Mo Xun gazed at her intently, "Shall we sleep together tonight?"
"What?" Tang Zhiluo was startled.
"I'm afraid I might get a fever in the middle of the night, and it would be good if you're here to watch over me. Just in case I get a fever again, remember to give me the fever-reducing medicine," he pleaded with her, holding her hand.
Tang Zhiluo, recalling Mo Xun's fever-induced coma from before, nodded in agreement, "Okay."
Fevers are indeed scary at night, because they mostly spike then.
Tang Zhiluo prepared a thermometer by the bed, got some fever-reducing medicine, a thermos, all ready for battle.
Mo Xun sat on the bed, watching her bustle about, and couldn't help laughing.
Indeed, feeling loved brings more happiness.
"We can go to sleep now," called Mo Xun.