Bab 191: He Could Have Endured It

Wen Yanqing came out with a calm expression and handed her the phone. He picked up the warm water on the table and drank it.

"Where's your medicine?" Lin Gantang asked.

"I ate it." Wen Yanqing put down the empty cup.

At around ten o'clock, Wen Yanqing's fever rose again. His body temperature was more than 39 degrees Celsius.

The fever kept returning. Lin Gantang gave up on the idea of leaving. She wrung a wet handkerchief and wiped his forehead and palms to cool him down. She patiently and carefully told him to drink water and rest.

Wen Yanqing was immersed in every inch of her tenderness.

"Is there anything you want to eat for lunch?" Lin Gantang sat quietly beside him, flipping through recipes on the internet.

"I'll do it."

"You're sick. Maybe next time. If you don't particularly want to eat it, I'll see what I can do."

"You..." Wen Yanqing opened his mouth.