Shen Jianian was suddenly startled, raising her eyes to look at his, trying to determine if he was serious or joking.
Regardless of whether it was true, she withdrew her hand and then "snap" closed the lid of the medicine box, giving him a glare.
Fu Jichen was physically exhausted but found it impossible to sleep: "You sleep."
"What about you?" Shen Jianian wanted him to go back to his room, but couldn't bring herself to say it.
"I can't sleep." Fu Jichen spoke the truth.
Shen Jianian saw that his smooth forehead was sweating, his thin lips tightly pressed together, perhaps the effects of whatever unclean medicine he took hadn't worn off yet.
"Have you seen a doctor?" She really didn't know what to talk about with him.
Ever since she found out what kind of medicine Fu Jichen had taken, Shen Jianian felt it was dangerous to be in the same room with him. If he flared up like before, she'd be the one at a disadvantage.
