Fever?
Tang Tang touched his forehead briefly. It was burning hot, and she immediately pulled her hand back, "You're not 'maybe,' you're definitely running a fever!"
"Oh..."
This tone, so casual.
Tang Tang originally didn't plan to save him, but now she had no choice but to bring him inside.
Zong Zheng lay on the bed, squinting slightly and staring at her as she stood beside him, holding a syringe in her hand.
"What's this..."
"An antipyretic injection," Tang Tang said calmly, "Turn around."
"Turn around? Where's it going?" Zong Zheng was resistant to the idea of getting a shot.
"Gluteus maximus."
"???" Zong Zheng instinctively touched his butt. Due to the fever, his mind was getting fuzzier.
"If you want to burn yourself into an idiot, that's fine by me." Tang Tang pushed the plunger expertly, a bit of the medicine oozed out.
Zong Zheng felt his butt clench, "Can't you do it somewhere else?"
