"If you have no appetite, then lie down and sleep for a bit," Lu Fengxuan sat by the bed, and after speaking, she bent over intending to tuck in his blanket, but he stopped her.
"Don't get so close to me, you might catch it," Yu Chiyin's voice was hoarse, and he avoided facing her when he spoke, cautious not to breathe towards her.
He could take medicine to reduce his fever, but she, being pregnant, couldn't take any medication at all.
He couldn't bear to see her suffer.
Seeing him in such discomfort yet repeatedly reminding her, Lu Fengxuan thought, if he was only a tenth as attentive to himself, he wouldn't have had a high fever all night long.
At that thought, she suddenly found herself both amused and moved by his concern, her chest warming as if she were holding a hot water bottle.
"I'll wear a mask later, so I won't be afraid of catching it."
