When Mo Nuan returned to the bedroom, Lu Chen was lying in the center of the bed, his brows furrowed, eyes closed, and his face pale. The sight of him like this made her heart ache.

She nudged him but got no response. She then gently patted his handsome face, "Lu Chen, wake up. Let's take your temperature before you go back to sleep."

He seemed disturbed, reluctantly turning over to face away from her. In a hoarse voice, he said, "No, I'm fine. I just need to sleep it off."

Mo Nuan's frown deepened. She had never seen him act this childishly when sick. Unable to suppress her irritation,...