Is He Feverish

"Is he feverish and talking nonsense?" Zhou Yan wanted to touch her nephew to check if he had a fever.

Su Wen's face turned a deep red. They were so intimate that, of course, she was willing to kiss Hengyang. However, she felt quite embarrassed in front of her aunt. If it were a stranger, she would be more at ease since they didn't know each other. But her aunt was an elder, and she felt it was inappropriate to show such affection in front of her.

"Wenwen, hurry," someone urged, seemingly oblivious to the large, metaphorical light bulb in the room.

"Okay." Su Wen, prompted by the urgency, stood on her tiptoes and planted a kiss on Zhou Hengyang's cheek. Her ears turned red. After the kiss, she couldn't bring herself to look at Zhou Hengyang or Zhou Yan, pretending to read the newspaper intently.

From Zhou Hengyang's angle, he could see her fair neck turning pink. His heart warmed, and his Adam's apple bobbed unconsciously.