"You go upstairs first, I'll find the thermometer and then come back."

Zhuo Jian's heart trembled, and he reminded her patiently.

He is too hot.

Fu Yanye lost her warmth in his hands and looked at her with pleading eyes, "I don't want you to go."

"I'll be right back."

Zhuo Jian's voice softened.

"No need, stay with me, just for a while."

Fu Yanye held her slender wrist again, and slowly leaned forward under Zhuo Jian's gaze.

"Fu Yanye, you are sick, we..."

"Don't go."

Fu Yanye put himself into her arms.

At that moment, silence replaced all reasons.

Zhuo Jian lowered his eyes and put his hand on his short hair unconsciously.

His eyes felt inexplicably hot.

How come he seems...

Very much in need of company.

Is he actually lonely in his heart?

Zhuo Jian touched his hair and whispered three words: "I won't leave."

But with him now like this, she had to determine how high his fever was and which antipyretic medicine he should take.

She took her mobile phone and sent a WeChat message, and then stayed with him on the sofa.

Zhuo Jian suddenly thought, could she have gone too far?

He was already under a lot of pressure after losing his memory, and she still wanted to vent her anger on him.

But sometimes, I can't help but become like that.

I don’t know how long I blamed myself, but my aunt brought a thermometer from another house.

Zhuo Jian took his temperature and it was thirty-eight degrees seven.

She knew it was very high and felt hot to the touch.

But when she saw that number, she was still anxious.

Why did he just have a fever last time? How long has it been?

"Prepare a bowl of noodles and make a cup of antipyretic medicine, the same brand I used last time."

Zhuo Jian explained softly.

"Okay, I'll go right away."

The aunt's voice was almost inaudible, and she nodded and quickly went to prepare.

A big thunder struck outside, and Zhuo Jian looked outside.

Today, it is destined to be impossible to get out.

She looked down at the person sleeping on her lap, and her heart suddenly felt warm.

It seems like I haven't felt this way for a long time.

He was right within her reach, without any defense or scrutiny.

Zhuo Jian's hand gently touched his hair, and when she unexpectedly found that his face was close to her belly, a sudden heat surged through her heart.

It was both a surprise and a surprise.

He was so close to their princess.

Will their princess be able to feel it?

He used to hope that she would have a daughter.

But it was his son who came again.

This time, he finally got what he wanted.

But......

The light that suddenly rose in her eyes dimmed a little bit.

He hasn't said hello to their princess yet.

As soon as I found out, I suspected it was someone else's child.

Thinking of this, Zhuo Jian complained about him a little bit, and slowly leaned back, gently stroking her hand from his hair down to the back of his neck.

It's incredibly hot there.

When she had a fever when she was little, her mother would pinch her neck.

Her hands moved on his neck unconsciously.

Fu Yanye suddenly turned over.

She raised her hand and looked at him sincerely and dullly.

Fu Yanye also stared at her with his dark eyes.

He looks tired and...

Zhuo Jian felt that he was going to see a hole in her heart, and she couldn't help but want to cover her heart with her hands.

But in the end, no action was taken.

The two people just looked at each other, just looking at each other.

Nothing earth-shattering happened.

Not even a single word.

However, before her heart was about to jump out, he suddenly appeared in front of her.
Chapter completed!