"Brother...?" Xia Yuxun turned over in bed, then suddenly widened her eyes, looking at Leng Sichen right in front of her.
Leng Sichen couldn't speak, he only felt that his forehead was very cool, very comfortable, making him unconsciously want to get closer.
"Brother, you have a fever."
"Hmm..."
"Mom says if you're sick, you need to take medicine. Did you take any medicine, brother?"
Leng Sichen shook his head unconsciously.
"Brother, you're not being good, just like mom isn't being good." Xia Yuxun sighed like a little adult and clumsily climbed out of bed.
By the time Xia Yuxun finally found the medicine box in the cabinet, the room was already in a mess. Pudding had been barking and bouncing around, but later obediently lay down at the edge of Leng Sichen's bed. Leng Sichen petted its fur absentmindedly, soothing it.
"Brother, why is it 666? Mom says for a cold you should drink 999." Xia Yuxun said anxiously.
Leng Sichen weakly curled his lips, "Turn it over and see!"
