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The girl was at a loss. "Why don't I accompany you to the hospital?"

"That's not necessary, that's not necessary." He looked away, blushing. "Just stay away from me."

"How can that do? Are you having a fever?" She then put her hand on his forehead.

Gu Yimo couldn't help shivering. He wanted to push her away, but… he couldn't bear to.

'She smells so good, and she's so good-looking…'

He continued to stare at the girl's face.

"It's very warm…" The girl frowned. "Are you really having a fever?"

"No," Gu Yimo blurted out. "My forehead is burning because of you."

The girl was stunned, and she suddenly blushed.

She retracted her hand and grabbed Gu Yimo's shirt. "Then… Let's go to bed…"

Gu Yimo didn't push her away, as if he had had a hex put on him.