Viscount Zhou's heart pounded twice, quickly turning his face away, a shy blush appearing on his handsome face, "Stop, stop talking nonsense! Go make me food, I want sweet and sour ribs!"
Aurelia stared at his flushed half face, and pinched it, "Why is your face so red? Are you sick? I have some fever medicine here, wait a moment and I'll get it for you."
"I'm not fevered!" Seeing Aurelia go to get the medicine, Viscount Zhou hurriedly said.
"If you don't have a fever, why is your face so red and hot?"
"I... I just..." Why couldn't he talk in front of her, "It's a bit hot in the room, the heat's getting to me, quickly go make me food, or I'll change my mind soon."
Hot?
Aurelia hugged her arms.
Lying on the sofa for so long, she felt a bit cold, how could the Viscount think it's hot with this temperature? It was indeed a little unusual.
