Clinging to Devoted Fiancé, Heiress Slays the World!

Chapter 83: Chapter 83 Kissing her, he reached out to undo her nightgown

After a while, Ji Wei came back breathlessly with the fever medicine.

Seeing Mo Qian still standing there, Ji Wei quickly helped him to the bed and said sternly, "You’re sick, lie down and rest."

Mo Qian has always been in good health and usually doesn’t get sick.

If he hadn’t given her his coat tonight and held her tightly in the cold, he wouldn’t have caught a chill, right?

Guilt filled Ji Wei’s heart as she looked at the faint sickly red on Mo Qian’s cheeks, making her feel even more remorseful.

After applying a fever patch and feeding him the medicine, Ji Wei still felt uneasy and blurted out, "I should call a doctor to come over."

After saying that, she hurried to find her phone, but Mo Qian grabbed her arm: "It’s too late, Weiwei, you should sleep first. It’s just a fever, it won’t defeat me."

They had already been through so much tonight; he didn’t want her to worry about him any longer.

"No, I can’t sleep."

Ji Wei insisted sternly.

Looking at the flush on his cheeks, she suddenly remembered something and sprang up: "I don’t even know how high your fever is, let me get a thermometer!"

she rushed out

back to the bedroom and walked to the bed, she saw Mo

his cheeks hadn’t receded. Even in the grip of such a high fever, he

down by the bed, staring at the

that had to be clamped under the arm to measure

at

breathing, the air

about much else and hurriedly completely unbuttoned his half-open shirt, then reached

out the thermometer and saw that Mo Qian’s fever

startled that the

the fever run its course. Even if she called a doctor now, it would

when she was a child, and at that time, her grandmother used warm water to wipe her body to

to the bathroom to fetch a basin of warm water, soaked a towel, and then removed

focused on worrying about Mo Qian’s illness, with no

towel and began to carefully wipe

ten minutes of wiping, Ji Wei felt that Mo Qian’s body temperature had slightly reduced, and

the thermometer in her hand

her sleepiness

waking from her slumber, Ji Wei glanced at the wall clock and found it was past three in

reached out to feel Mo Qian’s forehead; his temperature was still high, but it seemed

then prepared to