"You..." Chi Cheng was left completely speechless, "Why didn't you say earlier you were feeling unwell?"
He immediately called their family doctor.
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After the drip was administered, Chi Cheng stayed by An Ran's side.
He leaned back in his chair, legs crossed, holding a thick book in English.
That thick book—just seeing those dense English letters gave An Ran a headache.
Without realizing it, An Ran's attention was entirely focused on her brother.
Perhaps feeling the girl's gaze, Chi Cheng raised his eyes, "What are you looking at?"
An Ran blurted out, "Looking at you."
As soon as she spoke, it was like she just realized something, and her face turned bright red.
Luckily, since she was already flushed from the fever, it was hard to notice.
Chi Cheng smirked, "Am I good-looking?"
"Uh..." An Ran pretended to yawn, "I'm sleepy, I'm going to take a nap first."
She slept, and it was already the next day when she woke up.
She had no idea when the needle had been removed.
