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!"

out of the bedroom once

and walked to the bed, she saw Mo

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

the bed, staring at the thermometer in her hand, feeling a

old-fashioned type that had to be clamped under

at

rapid breathing, the air he

care about much else and hurriedly completely unbuttoned his half-open

took out the thermometer and

was so startled that the

to let the fever run its course. Even

was a child, and at that time, her grandmother used warm water to

warm water, soaked a towel, and then removed all

on worrying about Mo

towel and began to carefully

Qian’s body temperature had slightly reduced, and his scorching rapid breaths had somewhat calmed, allowing her

her hand and measuring Mo Qian’s temperature every

to her sleepiness

the wall clock and found

Qian’s forehead; his temperature was still high, but it seemed a bit better than

prepared to take his temperature