Lin Zhengran reacted quickly and supported Han Wenwen.
Leaning against his chest, Han Wenwen muttered in confusion, "Why can't I stand still? My legs feel so heavy..." Her voice was soft. "And Lin Zhengran, you smell really nice..."
Seeing her flushed cheeks, Lin Zhengran felt her forehead with his hand and found it burning hot.
"Do you have a fever?"
Han Wenwen closed her eyes and stubbornly shook her head. "I don't think so. I was perfectly fine during the day. I just suddenly felt a bit tired."
Lin Zhengran had no choice but to carry her to the bed and tuck her in. Lying under the covers, Han Wenwen was surprisingly well-behaved. Her fox-like eyes stared at him pitifully, and it was as if a pair of invisible fox ears were drooping limply on her head.
"Where are your room keys?" Lin Zhengran asked. "I'll go downstairs and buy a thermometer and some fever medication. If your fever gets too high, I'm taking you to the hospital."
