Bai Su immediately let go and lay flat, gazing at her earnestly.
Rong Zhi: "..."
She couldn't undo Bai Su's shirt no matter how hard she tried, lost her patience, and simply pulled it sideways with force, popping off two buttons. Then, she placed the thermometer under his armpit, "Hold it tight."
Bai Su obediently squeezed his arm and mumbled, "Little brother, no need to be so anxious, I'm willing."
Rong Zhi crossed her arms with a blank expression.
Who bought this thermometer? Couldn't they get a digital one?
She pulled a chair next to the bed, propped a leg on the bedside, and took out her phone to start writing a prescription.
A few minutes later, she received the candy stick and thermometer from Bai Su, glanced at it, 38.9 degrees.
High fever.
He might be burnt silly, yet he still smiled at her like nothing was wrong.
Rong Zhi thought perhaps she should prefix the clingy guy with 'idiot.'
Looks like there's no hope for rest tonight.
