Suddenly, a pair of slender, large hands, carrying a comforting coolness, pressed against Lin Fu's forehead and also stopped her from getting any closer.
Lin Fu finally woke up.
She wished she could find a hole to crawl into.
She must have been confused just now.
It wasn't her fault for her lack of willpower.
Fu Xing pressed on Lin Fu's forehead, and with a casual swipe, pushed her back onto the bed.
"The fever still hasn't subsided. You need to rest more."
He asked solemnly, "Are you feeling very good now?"
He shouldn't have mentioned it, but now that he did, the pain that she felt upon waking reappeared.
Lin Fu nestled her body into the soft and comfortable quilt, looking at Fu Xing with tearful eyes, and said pitifully, "No, it hurts. It hurts everywhere."
"I couldn't tell at all just now," Fu Xing said as he picked up a transparent glass from the bedside table, which contained a light green liquid emitting a refreshing fragrance.
