Jian Liangtong's ears turned red from the warmth of his breath, and she moved to the side, trying to avoid it. "Are you running a fever?"
"..." Huo Shaojun didn't respond, as he misunderstood her question.
Jian Liangtong didn't hear his answer and frowned slightly, saying, "Let go of me first."
"Are you still leaving?" Huo Shaojun clung to her.
"..." Jian Liangtong, feeling both powerless and annoyed, gritted her teeth and said, "Huo Shaojun, you are really childish!"
Huo Shaojun was taken aback for a moment, then pulled a smile at the corner of his mouth, and unexpectedly replied to Jian Liangtong, "Hmm, a little bit."
Jian Liangtong, "..." Surrender to his logic, alright!
They sat across from each other on opposite sides of the dining table.
Jian Liangtong looked at Huo Shaojun and noticed his weary expression, the persistent frown of his brows, and his lifeless, soft drooping eyelashes.
He claimed to be hungry, yet he hardly ate anything.
He truly seemed quite ill!
