Concern

Before she could say anything, Yun Huan pulled her into his embrace. He extended his hand and placed it onto Qin Yi's forehead, checking her temperature.

 Yun Huan's fingertip was cold, bringing a moment of comfort to her scalding forehead as she moved forward and rubbed against it slightly.

 This subconscious movement mimicked a cat acting coquettishly. It was extremely adorable and made him want to care for her delicately.

 Yun Huan sensed the heat from his finger and all of his rage disappeared. Holding onto Qin Yi, he frowned and asked, "Why do you suddenly have a fever?"

 "Ah, Yiyi has a fever. Weren't you fine when we left? Why do you suddenly have a fever? Let me take a look." 

Lin Qing, who was about to sit back and enjoy a good show, heard Yun Huan's words and immediately hurried towards them.

 The sky was dark as Lin Qing raised the torch in his hand and tilted it towards Qin Yi.