Rong Zhan's suggestion was very practical, but Tan Jincheng couldn't adopt it.
It was fine if he didn't adopt it, but the problem was he couldn't think of a better solution himself.
Looking at the sleeping Yun Chu, the flush on her face gradually faded away as she slept soundly.
Tan Jincheng couldn't help but lower his head and slowly kiss her lips.
Her lips were very dry, even though he had just used a cotton swab to moisten them with water, her fever had left them still so very dry.
He gently kissed her lips, moistening them bit by bit. His actions were very light, as if he were kissing a fragile treasure.
In her deep sleep, she seemed a bit uncomfortable from the disturbance, wrinkling her brows and turning her face to one side.
Tan Jincheng suddenly started to laugh.
He shook his head, looked at the person sleeping on the bed, and gently sighed.
Perhaps she was born to torment him.
No matter how difficult, he was sweetly accepting of it.
