At this moment, Leng Xiaoxie was already sitting on the sofa. Because of the fever, he didn't have much of an appetite and wasn't hungry yet.
He raised his face in confusion when he heard the sound of the door opening.
Memoria walked straight up to him.
"Where's the thermometer?!"
Her tone had nothing to do with gentleness and was even tinged with a hint of subtle anger.
Leng Xiaoxie looked up at her, a bit surprised in his eyes.
"Speak up, where's the thermometer?" Memoria repeated impatiently.
Despite her anger, she hadn't forgotten why she was here.
Right is right, and wrong is wrong; his harshness was his matter, but Memoria was never an ungrateful person.
The little girl, with that awkward expression, only made Leng Xiaoxie feel like laughing.
Clearly wanting to tear him apart, yet still coming back to take care of him, this little girl was indeed amusing.
"In the study room, the first drawer on the right side of the desk."
