It took quite some time to take care of He Chen in the evening, so Ye Manman woke up half an hour later than usual in the morning.
But He Chen was still lying on the bed with his eyes closed.
"Could it be that the fever hasn't gone down?"
Her heart skipped a beat, and she quickly propped up her arm to check the temperature on his forehead with her hand.
At this moment, He Chen silently opened his eyes.
"What? You've been awake the whole time?"
At first glance, his face still had a bit of post-illness weakness, but in no time he returned to normal. Ye Manman playfully slapped his face.
He Chen wasn't angry, but instead turned over affectionately, holding her hand and snuggling into her embrace.
"Honey, I'm sorry for scaring you last night."
"I shouldn't have gone to bed without covering myself after showering, making you take care of sick me while pregnant."
His voice was muffled.
As a grown man, having his pregnant wife take care of his sick self was utterly embarrassing.
