"oh."
Lin Zhenzhen slowly exhaled, looking somewhat disappointed.
Huo Yeshuo instantly felt that he must have lost his mind to receive her call and immediately cancel all his other plans to rush here.
"Remember to apply the medicine. Don't always be clumsy. If you're sick, go see a doctor instead of lying in bed making phone calls and talking nonsense."
Huo Yeshuo couldn't help but say a few more words. Since meeting Lin Zhenzhen, his taciturn nature had become increasingly distant, and sometimes he even felt that he was a bit long-winded.
"But I only called you." Lin Zhenzhen stared at him, tilting her head. "Aren't you happy?"
"What's there to be happy about?" Huo Yeshuo retorted stubbornly. "Don't you know I'm very busy?"
"Okay." Lin Zhenzhen pouted. "We had someone else play after that."
"......"
Huo Yeshuo stared at her, his gaze so cold it could kill.
Lin Zhenzhen suddenly reached out and gently touched his chin.
Huo Yeshuo was stunned for a moment, then jumped up as if he had been electrocuted.
What are you doing?
Lin Zhenzhen seemed startled by his reaction, shrinking back slightly: "I saw something dirty on your chin."
"Oh, it's just a small mole, and it's red too, how unique!"
Huo Yeshuo turned his face away, pretending to calm himself down and compose himself.
The skin she had just touched felt like it was still burning hot, as if it had been touched by sparks.
No, it's not just his imagination; it really is very hot.
Huo Yeshuo grabbed Lin Zhenzhen's wrist.
The delicate, white touch was accompanied by a scorching heat that sent chills down his spine.
Huo Yeshuo was furious: "Why are you still so hot?"
This idiot has a high fever and is still squatting on the ground talking nonsense to me for so long. Does he really not care about his own body?
"It's alright." Lin Zhenzhen placed the back of her other hand on her forehead. "Why can't I feel anything?"
Huo Yeshuo gripped that hand tightly as well, and growled, "That's because your hands and forehead are very hot!"
"Oh." Lin Zhenzhen opened her eyes wide, the whites of her eyes were tinged with a faint pink, and she looked weak and listless.
"I'll take a few more fever-reducing pills later, then cover myself with a blanket and take a nap, and I'll be fine."
Hearing such a bold and casual remark, Huo Yeshuo dared not leave her alone at home any longer.
He casually picked up a hat from the table and slammed it over Lin Zhenzhen's head: "Let's go to the hospital."
Unexpectedly, upon hearing the word "hospital," Lin Zhenzhen suddenly began to struggle violently, shaking her head so violently that her round sun hat flew off.
"I'm not going to the hospital! I'm not going to the hospital! Absolutely not!"
Fearing he might hurt her, Huo Yeshuo had no choice but to let go of her hand.
"What nonsense are you spouting now?"
"I'm not going to the hospital." Lin Zhenzhen ran behind the table and hid, looking at him warily.
Huo Yeshuo had never felt so powerless and helpless before.
"If you're sick, you should go to the hospital. Are you still a three-year-old?"
Lin Zhenzhen shook her head firmly: "It's not a serious illness, just a cold and fever. There's no need to see a doctor."
Huo Yeshuo was holding his breath: "Lingzhen, this isn't a common cold, you have a high fever."
"It's nothing! Really!" Lin Zhenzhen widened her eyes and solemnly assured him, "Once, a knife slashed this place open with a 'snap,' and I didn't even blink."
She clenched her fist and gestured vigorously at her chest, then whispered with a serious expression, "I'm a ruthless person."
Huo Yeshuo was silent for two seconds, then remembered that she had indeed undergone heart surgery before: "At that time, you were under anesthesia and lost consciousness, so naturally you wouldn't blink."
Lin Zhenzhen frowned. Anesthesia?
Oh, it seems that when I gave Xuanyuan Zhao my heart's blood, I did exchange it for painkillers from the system.
She belatedly realized that Huo Yeshuo's answer seemed to contain a touch of dry humor, so she grinned and chuckled happily twice.
"......" What stupid thing is she doing now?
"Okay, I'm really fine." Lin Zhenzhen ran into the bathroom and came back with a wet towel in her hand. "Wring it out for me."
"?"
Lin Zhenzhen jumped up and down twice: "Help me wring it dry!"
"..." Huo Yeshuo took the towel, walked to the kitchen sink, and twisted the towel several times in opposite directions with both hands.
When they came out, Lin Zhenzhen was already lying on the sofa.
"Come here quickly, put the towel on my forehead," Lin Zhenzhen urged.
Who exactly are you...?
Lin Zhenzhen looked up at him, her thick eyelashes glistening with tiny water droplets.
Huo Yeshuo suddenly became speechless.
He resignedly placed the towel on Lin Zhenzhen's forehead and carefully adjusted its position.
"Phew." Lin Zhenzhen let out a long sigh of relief. "It's a bit cold."
Huo Yeshuo's heart suddenly felt like it had been scratched by a kitten, a little numb, a little itchy, and a little inexplicably soft.
"Satisfied?"
Lin Zhenzhen gently lifted her eyelids, revealing a sly smile hidden in her eyes, "Comfortable, I'm very satisfied."
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