Rui Hui casually finished speaking, then looked at Qin Youxuan with a face full of disdain and muttered, "Do you think he has some kind of weird kink? It's not even winter yet, and he's making people warm his bed for him."
"..."
This isn't a weird kink—this is clearly hormones acting up, unable to be suppressed.
Qin Youxuan stared at the utterly clueless Rui Hui, so anxious she felt like her head might explode.
She dragged her into the empty hospital room next door, pushed her onto the couch, and sat down beside her.
She began inspecting her from top to bottom.
"I'm not sick, Xuan! What are you doing?" Rui Hui grabbed her hands with a look of unmistakable confusion in her eyes.
Qin Youxuan swatted her hands away and continued checking around her neck and collar.
"There's really nothing?"
Qin Youxuan froze for a moment, clearly surprised.
"What nothing?" Rui Hui looked down and followed her gaze, still clueless about what Qin Youxuan was so intent on looking for on her body.
