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Logging Onto SweetDisciple's Account Again

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

It was slightly cold and soft.

Although he did not stop her, his light-colored pupils stopped for a moment.

"If body temperature could be measured by using a hand, then we wouldn't have needed to invent the thermometer."

Mo Bei ignored his usual sharp comment and tugged his blanket up with an aloof expression. "Go back to sleep."

Half of Feng Nai's face was covered by the blanket, yet he felt his fingers freeze again. Did Trouble Lin's Little Brother think taking care of someone meant attacking their face?

Feng Nai looked handsome as he said, "Pear water."

Mo Bei glanced to the side. "Hmm?"

"Another bowl." Feng Nai's thin lips moved. "I used it to dilute the taste of the medicine."

Mo Bei said, "30 minutes have passed since you took your medicine."

However, she did not call him out.

Anyway, the whole pot she had cooked had been meant for him.