She held the thermometer in front of her eyes. Decent enough, 37 degrees, the fever had subsided.
She set the thermometer down and poured a glass of water for Gu Ning. She then walked to the door. With a casual movement, she closed it and took something out from her clothes. Seeing it, Gu Ning nearly spit out the water he'd just taken a sip of; he was always self-disciplined and had never been so taken aback before.
"Look," Tang Zhengyu showed Gu Ning the object in her hand, "I secretly bought it and saved it for you while it was still hot."
What she was holding were Baozi from Goubuli. It was challenging to buy these dumplings since all they've had lately were packed meals. She was already tired of them, hardly willing to part with the Baozi to eat herself, always thinking about him.