Lu Zhen felt uncomfortable under Song Jia's gaze. She opened her mouth and was about to say something when Song Jia suddenly walked up to her and pulled his hand out of his pocket. Then, he raised his hand and placed the back of his hand on her forehead.
Lu Zhen was stunned for two seconds before taking two steps back. The warmth on the back of Song Jia's hand seemed to have not dissipated. Lu Zhen blushed.
Seeing Lu Zhen's huge reaction, Song Jia's eyes moved slightly and he retracted his hand. "Aren't you sick? Why don't you rest for a while more?"
How did Song Jia know that she was sick?
"Xiaoxiao told me. She said that you're still studying when you're sick." Song Jia looked up. His face under his baseball cap was very calm, as if he and Lu Zhen hadn't had a conflict yesterday.