Shi Su nearly dozed off wrapped in a blanket on the sofa, suddenly lifted her head.
Seeing her looking both uncomfortable and eager to read the script, Jing Jihan walked over and noticed the almost empty water cup and the thermos on the coffee table, and asked, "How many degrees?"
Shi Su perked up, pulled out the tissue from her nostrils and tossed it away, rubbed her still not fully cleared nose and said, "Not as serious as your fever a few days ago. Mine is not even thirty-eight degrees yet. I've taken some medicine, and with a bit more hot water, I should be fine by afternoon."
"You've taken medicine but not hurrying to rest, sitting here reading the script?"
