She Was Already Pressed Onto The Bed

The room suddenly became quiet and Hexin felt quite uneasy.

"Are you feeling better?" Long Yin placed the bowl of medicine on the table at the head of the bed. He reached out to feel her forehead.

When the man's warm palm suddenly touched her forehead, Hexin immediately reacted by backing away from him.

Long Yin raised an eyebrow as he looked at her. "I just wanted to check if you're still having a fever."

"My fever has subsided. I'm fine now," Hexin replied quickly.

"Is that so? You're not a physician, so your words don't count," Long Yin said without hesitation and placed his palm on her forehead. Before she was able to react, he checked her pulse as well.

He sat on the bed after a while. "Yup, your fever has subsided, but you're still a little weak. It's better for you to take the medicine." With that, he picked up the bowl of medicine on the table and tried to feed her.

Hexin immediately said, "I'll help myself."