She couldn't help but reach out to touch him and found that his body was still quite cold.
"Big brother, what's happening to you?"
Gu Moyang silently wiped away the cold sweat, his heart silently bleeding: Sprout, oh Sprout, can you please stop asking?
But since he remained silent, Jiang Xiaonan became anxious.
"Big brother, have you been working too hard taking care of me these past few days and caught a cold?"
Gu Moyang, afraid that her wandering hand might ignite his fire again, quickly grabbed her hand.
"Sprout, stop asking; I'll rub some medicinal alcohol on you."
His hand felt normal now, so he could rub the medicine on her.
"What do you mean, 'stop asking'? Can't I ask what's wrong? Big brother, do you dislike me?"
Gu Moyang pursed his lips slightly. How was he supposed to explain this to her?
"Sprout, with your big brother's physical fitness, could I catch a cold that easily? Don't worry, I'm fine; just lie down."
"Ah?"
