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!"

said that, she rushed out

to the bed, she saw Mo Qian with his

sickly flush on his cheeks hadn’t receded. Even in the grip of such a high fever, he remained incredibly

at the

old-fashioned type that had to be clamped under the

glanced at

breathing, the air

hurriedly completely unbuttoned his half-open shirt, then

out the thermometer and saw that Mo Qian’s

that the thermometer

Even

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

fetch a basin of warm water, soaked a towel, and then removed all of

moment, Ji Wei’s mind was solely focused on worrying about Mo Qian’s illness, with no room

the wet towel and began to carefully

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

she didn’t dare relax, holding the thermometer in her hand and measuring Mo Qian’s temperature every fifteen

succumbed to her sleepiness and dozed

the wall clock and found it was

Qian’s forehead; his temperature was still high, but

prepared to take his