And he wasn't even wearing glasses, dressed in a crisp white shirt. Could he have come to Heng City on a business trip?
"I heard you were sick, so I came especially to take care of you. Aren't you touched?"
Sheng Congzhi certainly did not believe it.
She had only been sick for a few hours, even if he came from Yun City, it couldn't be possible to always have a plane ticket...
"Be good," Fu Yan pinched her delicate white ankle, "can you focus at a time like this?"
Sheng Congzhi's cheeks flushed red. "I have a fever..."
"I know," Fu Yan chuckled lowly, "that's why I'm helping you cool down."
Sheng Congzhi: "..."
She had no strength to resist and could only let him do as he pleased.
Afterwards, Fu Yan carried her to the bathroom for a shower and busied himself changing the mattress and bedding.
When they finally lay back in bed, his voice was the epitome of tenderness, "Lie down for a bit, I'll go get you a glass of water."
...
At midnight.
