That night.

Both of them developed high fevers after getting caught in the rain that evening.

"You have a fever of 38 degrees Celsius. I should have known better than to call you to wait for me..." Liang Zhirou muttered, holding the thermometer between her fingers and looking down.

"How am I supposed to propose when I get home?" Chen Lu didn't care at all. He reached out and touched the girl's forehead, which was much hotter than his. "It's been five minutes. You should check your temperature."

In reality, a real fever doesn't even last five minutes; the temperature will rise quickly after being put in.

As I grew up, I became less particular about the timing of temperature checks. It was only when I was a child and wanted to take a sick leave that I wanted to keep the thermometer on for as long as possible.

They'll blow hot air around, shake it upside down... they'll stop at nothing.

Liang Zhirou obediently took out the thermometer, glanced at it, and murmured softly, "Thirty-eight and six degrees."

Upon hearing this, Chen Lu's eyes widened, and he quickly took it to examine it.

That's true.

How come this silly guy has a higher fever than him?

Don't underestimate the difference of just a fraction of a degree; the difference in sensation is enormous. When you have a fever, even a difference of just 0.1 or 0.2 degrees can make you feel much more uncomfortable.

Seeing Liang Zhirou's downcast eyes, he tenderly rubbed the girl's cheek.

Are you feeling unwell?

Liang Zhirou shook her head and said weakly, "No, I just feel really sorry for you."

"I think it's great."

"What's good about it?"

“I just proposed and we’ve already gone through thick and thin together. It’s so memorable.” As Chen Lu spoke, he casually picked up a strand of the girl’s hair and twirled it around his fingers. “We’ll definitely be together for a long, long time.”

Whether she was truly delirious from the fever or not, Liang Zhirou also gave a silly laugh.

She slowly stood up from the sofa and then leaned onto Chen Lu's back.

"Let's go to sleep..."

The girl's words, tinged with her warm breath, reached Chen Lu's ear, making him feel a ticklish sensation.

When this silly boy has a fever or gets drunk, he seems to transform completely, becoming much bolder.

"Wait a minute." Chen Lu took out a DSLR camera from the coffee table drawer and pulled Liang Zhirou's left hand over.

"What's wrong?"

"I'll take a picture."

Chen Lu held the girl's left hand and the camera in his right, constantly looking for the right angle.

After a while, Liang Zhirou heard the click of the camera.

She couldn't be more familiar with that voice. When they first met, Chen Lu would occasionally take pictures of flowers, plants, and the sunset, but now he only takes pictures of her every day.

The phrase most often spoken by this person has changed from "This sunset is so beautiful" to "This sunset is so beautiful, you stand there quickly, I'll take a picture of you."

The photo was quickly adjusted.

In the photo frame, the two people's hands are intertwined, and the rings on each other's hands are particularly eye-catching.

She stared at the rings on their middle fingers for a while, her heart overflowing with sweetness. She couldn't help but rub her face against Chen Lu and whisper, "I love you so much."

Chen Lu's lips involuntarily curled upwards. "I know."

"Can you carry me back?" Liang Zhirou reached out and hugged him.

"good."

Chen Lu reached out and took the girl's legs, then stood up and carried her on his back.

Liang Zhirou was very light, and she carried him on her back with ease. Not to mention, she actively clung to him like an octopus, requiring almost no effort.

Will you still carry me on your back on our wedding day?

"...Don't you think a princess carry looks better?"

Liang Zhirou smiled contentedly. She had been quite nervous yesterday, but now the two of them were openly discussing marriage.

After getting together with Chen Lu, she looked forward to tomorrow every day, and this was even more true after the proposal.

She looks forward to reciting wedding vows together, getting their marriage certificate, their wedding, and their little baby...

"Why are you always smiling?" Chen Lu couldn't help but complain when he saw her lips were constantly upturned, completely unaware that his own lips hadn't gone down since he came back.

"snort."

Liang Zhirou snorted and didn't say anything. She grabbed his shoulder and bit him. "Let's not go back to the bedroom first. Let's go to the balcony to find Duoduo."

Upon hearing this, Chen Lu had no choice but to turn back from the bedroom door and carry the girl to the balcony.

He had no reason to refuse, after all, this silly guy only acted "willfully" in two situations: when he was drunk, and when he had a high fever and his head was spinning like this.

At that moment, Duoduo was lying on the railing, all alone, or rather, all alone as a cat, quietly watching the night outside the window.

Chen Lu suddenly felt sorry for the silly cat and decided to let it pursue love when it got a little older.

"What are you doing?"

"Meow?"

"Is it pretty?" He held the ring up to Duoduo and asked with a wicked grin.

Duoduo tilted its head and leaned in to lick it.

Chen Lu quickly dodged; this silly cat now wants to taste everything it sees.

He doesn't seem very bright.

Duoduo puffed up her little face, her eyes looking aggrieved.

“This is a ring my wife gave me, I can’t just let you lick it,” Chen Lu explained patiently. “You’re a mature little female kitten now, go find another little male kitten to give you one.”

Before Duo Duo could speak, Liang Zhirou suddenly leaned close to his ear, licked his earlobe with her tongue, and whispered:

Meow~

"......"

Chen Lu shuddered, feeling his blood rushing to his head.

He was unsteady on his feet, whether from the meow or from the girl's licking.

This silly guy is speaking weakly and listlessly now, and it's really hard to keep up with him.

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