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!"

rushed out of the

and walked to the bed, she saw Mo Qian with his eyes closed, seemingly

were pale, his brow slightly furrowed, and the sickly flush on his cheeks hadn’t receded. Even in the grip

bed, staring at the thermometer in her hand, feeling

that had

glanced at Mo

his somewhat rapid breathing, the air

no longer care about much else and hurriedly completely unbuttoned his half-open shirt, then reached out

few minutes, she took out the thermometer and saw

startled that the thermometer slipped

course. Even if she called a doctor now, it

a high fever several times when she was a child, and at that time, her grandmother used warm water to wipe

of warm water, soaked a towel, and then removed all of Mo Qian’s clothing, leaving

worrying about Mo Qian’s illness, with no room to concern herself with

picked up the wet towel and began

wiping, Ji Wei felt that Mo Qian’s body temperature had slightly reduced, and his scorching rapid breaths had somewhat calmed, allowing her to secretly breathe

in her hand and measuring Mo Qian’s

Wei succumbed to her sleepiness and dozed

waking from her slumber, Ji Wei glanced at the wall

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

then prepared to take his temperature