The warmth after a rain shower makes it easier to fall asleep. Wenmo didn't know how he fell asleep last night, only that something seemed to have happened before he went to sleep.
Rubbing my sleepy eyes, my head was still a little foggy.
Feeling a bit cold after just waking up, Wenmo rubbed her arms and shivered before quickly crawling back into bed, looking comfortable. Sure enough, it was warmest to be in bed.
A few seconds later, I suddenly felt something was wrong.
How come my arm is perfectly fine when I wake up today? Shouldn't I have found that my arm was almost numb from being pressed down as soon as I got out of bed?
After a while, Wen Mo sat up on the bed and carefully lifted a corner of the quilt.
The girl lay flat on the bed, not resting her head on Wen Mo's arm. She seemed to feel a little cold after the blanket was pulled off, and her whole body trembled slightly. Her hair was spread out on the bed like tree roots.
Judging by appearances alone, she slept quite soundly.
Her breathing was even, and her chest rose and fell slowly with her breath. After a few seconds, perhaps due to her biological clock, Xia Lian slowly opened her eyes.
"Hmm? You're awake?"
Wen Mo looked at her for a while and noticed that Xia Lian's eyes were half open and she looked very sleepy, but if you looked closely, you would find that something seemed wrong with her.
"Good morning," Wen Mo greeted tentatively.
There was no response after she finished speaking. Xia Lian seemed not to have heard her. She raised her head slightly and then lay back down in bed a moment later.
Her face lost much of its color; the once rosy complexion was now deathly pale.
It's less like drowsiness and more like exhaustion.
"Xiao Lian, Xiao Lian?"
Wen Mo frowned, leaned down, and spoke gently.
Xia Lian finally reacted, her lifeless gaze turning to Wen Mo beside her, her eyes narrowing slightly, before she forced herself to sit up.
"morning……"
She managed a weak greeting, her voice not as clear as before, but with a heavy nasal tone. After speaking, she sniffled and coughed lightly, covering her mouth.
"Cough cough cough... cough cough..."
Xia Lian felt dizzy and lightheaded, her throat was itchy, and one side of her nose was blocked. She felt indescribably uncomfortable.
Seeing this, Wen Mo gently helped her lie back down, and he understood the current situation.
He shook his head and sighed. He had just said yesterday that he was healthy and wouldn't catch a cold, but when he woke up the next morning... Wen Mo was indeed fine.
Poor Xia Lian fell victim to the trap.
Thinking about it carefully, it makes sense. After all, she was soaked in the rain, and her health was really poor, so now it was Xia Lian who caught a cold.
At this moment, her hair was messy, her eyes were glazed, her breathing was rapid after waking up, and her head felt hot.
“You’re sick,” Wen Mo said truthfully, and judging from her appearance, she was probably quite ill.
"Um……"
The girl managed to utter a single word, but her body was too weak. She coughed again as soon as she finished speaking, and her pale face gradually regained its color.
"There's no other way, let's take the day off and get some rest." Wen Mo raised his hand to touch her forehead, comparing it to his own, and the temperature difference made him frown.
It seems to be more than just a cold; it's gotten to the point of having a fever.
"Wenmo..."
Xia Lian's voice became a little hoarse, and compared to her usual expressionless face, she now showed more emotion.
"Sweetie, wait a moment."
With worry etched on his face, Wen Mo gently got up, walked to the cabinet, reached out and opened a drawer, rummaging through it.
A short while later, he returned to the bedside with a mercury thermometer in his hand.
Winmer rarely gets sick and hasn't used this thing since moving here; this is the first time he's used it in this house.
After shaking it a couple of times, Wenmo handed over the thermometer. "It might be a little cold, Xiaolian, you'll have to bear with it for a bit."
After a few seconds, she did not reach out to take the thermometer. Her eyes narrowed slightly, and her already listless eyes became even more unfocused.
"...Okay, I understand."
Wen Mo rubbed his forehead and muttered to himself. After a soft sigh, he silently apologized in his heart, then gently reached out and lifted the hem of the girl's pajamas.
He quickly looked away, then shoved the thermometer under Xia Lian's armpit and pulled the blanket back over her.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, Wen Mo reached his hand under the covers and held Xia Lian's small hand tightly, only to find that the temperature of his hand was much lower than usual.
This girl is really suffering.
It's pretty much confirmed that she has a fever. The thermometer was just used to check the temperature to determine the severity of the fever. If it's a high fever, it would be safer to take her to the hospital.
"Wenmo..."
Xia Lian seemed a little confused. She was usually quiet and reserved, and after developing a fever, she could only keep calling out Wen Mo's name without saying anything else.
"I'm here, don't be afraid." Wen Mo moved closer, wanting her to feel his presence, and tried his best to remain calm.
Of course, the man appeared very calm, but in reality he was panicking terribly. He even thought it would be great if their bodies could be switched, as he didn't want the girl to suffer like this.
About five minutes passed, and when the time was up, Wen Mo carefully lifted the blanket, pulled out the thermometer from the opened collar, and then straightened Xia Lian's collar.
Wenmer picked up the thermometer and placed it in a better-lit area to examine it closely.
37.6.
If the temperature is below 38 degrees Celsius, it falls into the category of low-grade fever.
Seeing this, Wen Mo breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, it was just a low-grade fever and not too serious.
If you take good care of her at home, her fever should break by tomorrow, and after another day of rest, she should be back to normal.
After settling Xia Lian in for a while, Wen Mo got up and ran to the kitchen to fill a large kettle with water. He planned to boil the water, let it cool for a while, and then bring it to the room. Warm water was essential when taking care of someone with a fever.
Once the kettle started boiling, Wenmer returned to his room.
"Huh? Xiao Lian, what's wrong with you?!" Wen Mo had just walked in when his body froze as if he had been electrocuted.
Xia Lian was panting heavily, curled up like a boiled shrimp, her hands covering her stomach, her face trembling slightly.
She was shivering with her eyes closed, the sheets and blankets tangled together.
Wen Mo frowned and quickly went over to check on her.
The girl's face, which had just regained some color from the fever, turned pale again.
"What happened?" Wen Mo asked anxiously.
Xia Lian clutched her lower abdomen, a bead of cold sweat appearing on her forehead. Seeing Wen Mo return to the room, she slowly opened her eyes. Her disheveled bangs, coupled with her sickly, expressionless, and pale face, gave her a somewhat sickly appearance.
She looked at me pitifully, "My stomach hurts so much..."
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