An Ziqi looked at him suspiciously.
She thought for a moment, remembering that when she was a child, Ye Minzhi did measure her temperature this way.
However, when it comes to Yan Yu, that shameless rogue, his intentions are hard to guess.
Seeing his face pale slightly again with pain, she took a deep breath, clenched her teeth, resigned herself to move forward, and reached out to help him up.
She couldn't help but mutter softly, "Be careful, the wound on your back might split open."
"My throat hurts, I need water."
Xiao Moli spoke quite matter-of-factly, directing An Ziqi to pour him some water.
An Ziqi was speechless and gave Xiao Moli a huge eye roll, furiously got up, walked to the side, and poured him a cup of water.
Xiao Moli looked disdainfully at the paper cup in her hand, "I don't use paper cups."
An Ziqi bit her teeth, almost splashing the water from the cup directly onto Xiao Moli's face.
