Qiao Xiguan swallowed, staring straight at Qi Lingfeng, noticing how his cheeks were flushed red. Even though they were not close, she could feel the abnormal warmth of his body. At this moment, his lips had turned purplish red and looked extremely dry.
"You have a fever," Qiao Xiguan said calmly.
"I know."
There was a sudden plunge back into silence, an awkward atmosphere hanging between them, lasting until they had both finished breakfast.
Qi Lingfeng got up to clear the table.
Qiao Xiguan took the dishes from his hands and went into the kitchen.
Qi Lingfeng paused, then gave a faint smile.
Qiao Xiguan didn't like doing housework, not at all.
But still, she quickly washed the dishes clean.
Turning around, she saw Qi Lingfeng leaning against the doorframe, watching her with a profound look.
