Damian Sinclair stood still, waiting for her to touch his forehead.
His facial features were rugged and well-defined, but at this moment his fever-reddened cheeks and eyes took on a somewhat pitiful expression.
Bella Acker withdrew her hand, "Damian, do you know you're having a fever?"
"Just a minor cold." Damian Sinclair felt that except for being a bit hot, he didn't feel any other discomfort.
Bella Acker was speechless, "Your forehead is so hot, it must be at least 38 degrees." Saying that, she stepped into the house.
Damian Sinclair touched his own forehead, feeling the temperature was quite normal.
Bella Acker came out from the house with a thermometer, fever patch, and medicine, first handing the thermometer to Damian Sinclair, "Hold this in your mouth first, take it out in a while."
Damian Sinclair frowned at the thermometer offered, unable to open his mouth to hold it.
