The person on the bed suddenly opened his eyes and grabbed her wrist.
He glanced at her, pursed his lips and said, "What do you want to do?"
Only then did An Ziqi suddenly regain her senses. What was she doing?
Why did she suddenly want to touch him?
She exerted force on her hand, busy trying to withdraw her hand.
Although Xiao Moli was injured, his strength had not diminished at all.
The hand gripping An Ziqi's wrist was tight, no matter how much force An Ziqi used, she couldn't pull away.
A pair of deep eyes stared intently at An Ziqi.
Once more he asked, "What do you want to do?"
An Ziqi stiffened her neck and said bravely, "I... What could I do? I'm afraid your wound might become inflamed and lead to a fever, so I wanted to check the temperature on your forehead."
Yes, that's how it is.
She was definitely only worried that Xiao Moli might get feverish and burn himself up, which prompted her to raise her hand to check the temperature.
