The dim light cast a faint glow on the man's profile, making his features even more stunningly ethereal.
Their gazes pierced through the night, through the light, through the floating dust, and collided with each other.
Fu Qiyuan's brows furrowed even tighter as he pulled away from her grasp, continuing to search.
"Taking your temperature."
Su Ran: "..."
That method of taking a temperature was indeed something she had never heard of before.
However, the next second, the man sat up straight from the bed, turned on the bedside wall lamp, and his dark eyes fixed intently on her.
"Are you feeling unwell somewhere?"
"Ah? No, I'm not!"
Su Ran blinked her eyes, her gaze somewhat evasive; she also sat up, but the moment she did, she subtly moved backwards, trying to maintain distance from the man.
Her subtle movement did not escape Fu Qiyuan's attention, as his ink-like eyes suddenly darkened, becoming obscure and unfathomable.
His gaze instantly narrowed, focusing on her.