Mu Xiaoxiao was puzzled. Her little hand touched his chest and she could feel the strong throbbing of his chest like the beating of a drum.
Also, his body temperature seemed to have gone up?
What was going on?
"Are you having a fever?" She was a little worried, so she reached out her hand to feel the temperature on his forehead. But her hand was too short, and she couldn't reach it, so she moved forward.
"I'm fine… Okay! Stop!" Yin Shaojie suddenly shouted, his voice couldn't be more dreary.
As the pair of black pupils gazed fixedly at her, even the temperature of the air seemed to have risen.
He appeared to be really sick.
Was he really having a fever?
"What's wrong? What's the matter with you? Tell me," Mu Xiaoxiao stared at him worriedly. He really seemed to be in great discomfort as he took large breaths, his chest rising and falling vigorously.