"Wait, An'an!"

Shen Nanxing quickly stopped smiling, grabbed her with his left hand, and said urgently, "I have something to ask you."

Jiang Nian'an wanted to forcefully shake off Shen Nanxing's hand, but in the end, she was mindful of his injury and only turned around to glare at him.

"Let go, I don't want to answer."

“Then I won’t ask,” Shen Nanxing said, gripping her hand tightly with a resolute expression. “I’ll just tell you!”

Jiang Nian'an: "..."

She pursed her lips, looked out the window, and said in a cold tone, "I'll only listen to you say one more word at most."

I can only say one sentence.

Shen Nanxing's heart suddenly pounded wildly, and a surge of heat, a mixture of tension and excitement, rushed to his face, making it feel hot and burning.

He swallowed hard, clenched his right fist at his side, and silently encouraged himself.

Jiang Nian'an waited for a long time but he didn't say anything, so she couldn't help but turn around and look at him.

But Shen Nanxing's face was flushed, his expression was dazed and confused, and he was muttering something to himself.

Jiang Nian'an was startled. Could it be that she had a fever?

Thinking of the consequences of Shen Nanxing's serious injuries and high fever, she could no longer bear to be angry with him.

Jiang Nian'an quickly took out a thermometer from her spatial storage and, without saying a word, shoved it under his armpit.

Then, he picked up the blankets scattered on the sofa, shook them vigorously, and wrapped Shen Nanxing up like a silkworm cocoon.

Then I put a fever-reducing patch on his head, poured a large glass of warm water, and held it to his mouth. "Open your mouth!"

Shen Nanxing opened his mouth in a daze and was forced to drink a liter of water.

The thermometer beeped.

Jiang Nian'an reached into the blanket and took out the temperature.

"40℃!"

Jiang Nian'an inwardly cried out in alarm and hurriedly pulled out the fever reducer to stuff into Shen Nanxing's mouth.

Upon seeing the pills, Shen Nanxing finally realized what was happening.

He grabbed Jiang Nian'an's hand tightly. "I don't have a fever."

Jiang Nian'an was almost amused by him, "It's already 40℃ and you still don't have a fever? I think you're delirious from the fever!"

"This isn't a fever, it's the temperature of my love for you!"

"An'an, I like you!"