Mr. President's Virtuous Wife

Jun Zixuan pointed his chin towards the bedside drawers.

She pulled open the drawer and grabbed the thermometer that was lying on the top. 

She grabbed a tissue paper from the table and wiped it clean before stuffing it into the man's mouth.

He raised an eyebrow.

She glanced at her wristwatch, "It's past 10 pm right now. I'll get you everything and leave for dorms," she said before walking out of the room.

Jun Zixuan's face darkened. He pressed his palm on his forehead and his face turned a few shades darker.

He removed the thermometer from his mouth immediately.

'39°C?'

It did not take long for Yu Mei to come back with a huge tray in her hand as she staggered back and forth.

"Zixuan," she whispered, her gaze still stuck to the tray in her hand, the glass of water slightly shifted as she slowly and carefully walked towards the bed.