But the video Tang Xi saw last night was echoing in her mind.
Perhaps due to the fever, Tang Xi was not in a good state of mind, wanting to sleep as soon as she hit the bed, but her back felt stiff.
After Fu Tingzhou disposed of the trash and came back, he found that Tang Xi had her eyes closed.
Her little face was flushed red from the fever.
Her breathing was heavy and uneven, with her lips slightly parted.
Fu Tingzhou reached out and touched Tang Xi's cheek.
Tang Xi was feigning sleep.
In an instant, her body tensed up.
But she tried hard to maintain calm and steady.
Fu Tingzhou's hand then rested on her forehead.
His fingers felt cool and Tang Xi suddenly craved that temperature, wishing it would linger a bit longer.
Tang Xi knew he was probably checking her temperature, but she was a bit surprised because it didn't seem like something Fu Tingzhou would do.
Fu Tingzhou let out a faint chuckle.
He withdrew his hand and stood by the bedside looking down at Tang Xi.