Hua Xiaomai did indeed feel her body was warmer these past two days, but she hadn't paid it much mind, simply thinking it might be due to the oppressive heat, or because she had stood under the sun for too long. Seeing his worry now, she couldn't help but chuckle and say, "When have I had a fever? If I were truly ill, wouldn't I know myself?"
"But you..." Meng Yuhuai still couldn't set his mind at ease, and touched her forehead again, feeling it seemed normal, yet his brows remained furrowed, "You're really alright?"
"Haven't I already said I'm fine?" Hua Xiaomai giggled at him, "Don't worry, if I truly were sick, I would definitely tell you immediately. Do you think I would easily pass up such a great chance to act spoiled and pout? Hmm, if you really care for me, maybe...you could massage my legs for me? They feel a bit weak and I can't seem to muster any strength."
