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 bedroom once

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

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

sat down by the bed, staring at the thermometer in

the old-fashioned type that had to be clamped under the

glanced at Mo

air he exhaled warming the surrounding

else and hurriedly completely unbuttoned his half-open shirt, then reached out to place the thermometer under

minutes, she took out the thermometer and saw

that the thermometer slipped

its course. Even

suddenly remembered that she had had a high fever several times when she was a child, and at that time, her grandmother used warm water

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

this moment, Ji Wei’s mind was solely focused on worrying about Mo Qian’s illness, with

and began to carefully wipe

Ji Wei felt that Mo Qian’s body temperature had slightly reduced, and his scorching rapid breaths had

dare relax, holding the thermometer in her hand and measuring Mo Qian’s temperature every fifteen

succumbed to her sleepiness and dozed

her slumber, Ji Wei glanced at the wall clock

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

prepared to take