Su Jinning stared at Xia Wei with wide eyes, then pointed to herself: "Me? Taking his temperature?"
Xia Wei stared at him blankly for a moment: "What's wrong?"
"Ah..." Su Jinning swallowed nervously, her face showing difficulty as she hurriedly declined, "No, no, how about we wait until he wakes up?" Su Jinning looked at Xia Wei with a hint of pleading.
"That won't do. If he still has a fever, we need to call a doctor immediately. You take his temperature, and I'll go check if the food is ready." Xia Wei said as she wheeled herself out of the room and took out a thermometer, handing it to Su Jinning.
Knowing she couldn't escape it, Su Jinning resignedly accepted the thermometer. Seeing that she couldn't refuse, she could only force a smile and agree, though the smile looked rather awkward.
Fortunately, Xia Wei didn't feel anything was wrong, smiled, and went back to the kitchen.
Su Jinning stared blankly at the thermometer in her hand in the living room for a long time before finally entering Shen Moyu's bedroom.
He tiptoed over and looked at Shen Moyu's peaceful sleeping face and neat clothes, and a sense of guilt arose in his heart.
He held out his hand holding the thermometer and then pulled it back, held it out and pulled it back again, unable to make a decision for a long time.
Although they are both boys, if it were someone else, even Chen Hang, he wouldn't be so hesitant.
But for some reason, he felt a little shy around Shen Moyu.
After dawdling for a while, as if he had been given an important task, he solemnly looked at the thermometer in his hand again.
Damn, what's so fussy about taking someone's temperature? They're all men.
Convincing herself of this, Su Jinning gently lifted Shen Moyu's blanket and held her breath as she unbuttoned Shen Moyu's pajamas. Her movements were so light that her hands trembled, as if she were afraid of waking a sleeping baby.
With one button undone, Shen Moyu's fair collarbone was faintly visible. Su Jinning glanced at it and suddenly felt her temperature rise again. However, simply unbuttoning one button was far from enough to insert the thermometer under her armpit.
Su Jinning pursed his lips, took a deep breath, and went to undo the second pill. He couldn't help but feel like a scoundrel, and that sense of guilt began to overwhelm him again.
The second button was undone, revealing a fair neck and beautifully sculpted collarbone, with deep, alluring dimples.
A boy's collarbone was so sexy and alluring. Su Jinning was stunned for a moment, and suddenly felt a dry mouth. He licked his lips uneasily, trying to swallow the dryness along with his saliva.
As he reached in, Shen Moyu's slightly hot skin instantly burned the back of Su Jinning's hand. He gritted his teeth and continued downwards, the temperature rising higher and higher, as if it were going to melt his hands.
He reached his hand to his chest and could clearly feel Shen Moyu's chest rising and falling against the back of his hand.
This feeling... is a bit strange.
Finally, after placing the thermometer under Shen Moyu's armpit, he withdrew his hand as if relieved.
In that instant, he felt a cool sensation spread throughout his body.
Unfortunately, Shen Moyu was restless and flipped over, causing the thermometer to fall off.
"Oh my god!" Su Jinning looked at the thermometer that had slipped out of Shen Moyu's sleeve with a look of regret, as if her masterpiece had been overturned.
Su Jinning reluctantly put the thermometer back in her pocket and held Shen Moyu's arm tightly, not wanting to repeat the same mistake.
"Hmm..." Sure enough, Shen Moyu seemed to sense that someone was restraining him, and struggled hard, causing the thermometer to fall again.
"Damn..." Su Jinning cursed weakly, afraid of waking him. He squinted at Shen Moyu, as if thinking of some way to properly seal off this restless academic genius.
His eyes lit up, as if he had come up with a good idea. After inserting the thermometer again, he simply hugged Shen Moyu tightly, wrapping his arms around Shen Moyu's arms so that he could hold the thermometer firmly under his armpit.
Shen Moyu struggled a few times, but couldn't break free. He frowned and fell asleep again.
Looking at Shen Moyu, who was sitting obediently in his arms, Su Jinning couldn't help but smile with satisfaction. He muttered softly, "Let's see how you manage to cause trouble now." He thought of Shen Moyu, who used to fight him to the death, now lying obediently in his arms because of illness, and he actually felt a sense of pride.
Five minutes seemed to pass very slowly. Su Jinning looked up at the clock; not a minute had passed yet.
He frowned and looked down at Shen Moyu. His cheeks were flushed, probably from being held too tightly and feeling a little hot. He seemed to be having a dream, his lips slightly parted as if he were saying something. He leaned sickly against Su Jinning's chest.
Looking at Shen Moyu like this, Su Jinning couldn't help but lick her sharp teeth.
Shen Moyu, who was ill, was quieter than usual, even to the point of being docile. Su Jinning looked down at him quietly, and a thought suddenly came to her mind: she wanted to stroke him.
His handsome face was slightly flushed, and a few strands of hair were damp with sweat and stuck to his forehead. His thick, curled eyelashes formed a perfect arc at his eyelids, occasionally fluttering as if in a dream, as if they were alive.
Su Jinning swallowed hard, remembering the time he pinched Shen Moyu's cheek, only to be punched instead of getting any pleasure from it. He really wanted to pinch it again.
Su Jinning hesitated, but ultimately didn't want to miss the opportunity, and tremblingly reached out to pinch Shen Moyu's cheek.
Just as I imagined, it was soft and smooth, unlike the rough skin of other boys, and could even be compared to that of girls.
Su Jinning smiled and wisely withdrew his fingers. After all, even he found it a bit perverted to think about his habit of pinching Shen Moyu's cheeks.
After a long period of silence, Shen Moyu suddenly seemed to have dreamt of something bad. He became like a frightened little rabbit and hurriedly buried his head in Su Jinning's chest.
Su Jinning was also startled and instinctively protected Shen Moyu, like a mother rabbit comforting her little bunny, and even patted Shen Moyu's back twice.
Su Jinning looked at the "little rascal" in her arms with some worry, trying to hear what Shen Moyu was muttering.
He put his ear close to Shen Moyu's lips, listening carefully to Shen Moyu's soft words.
Unfortunately, when Su Jinning leaned closer to listen, Shen Moyu suddenly stopped talking in his sleep, as if he were playing a trick on him.
Su Jinning sighed speechlessly. Just as she was about to leave, Shen Moyu suddenly grabbed her collar. Caught off guard, Su Jinning was pulled down by the force.
His entire cheek was covered in Shen Moyu's slightly damp hair, glistening with sweat. He could feel the intense heat emanating from Shen Moyu's neck, as if it were burning into his skin, traveling through his veins to his heart, causing his heart to beat faster and faster.
Su Jinning supported herself on the bed with her hands, helplessly letting Shen Moyu tightly pull on her collar.
The boy's burning body temperature and ambiguous aura left Su Jinning completely bewildered.
Su Jinning was now like a beast that hadn't drunk water for days, her mouth even drier.
"Hmm..." Shen Moyu muttered something softly, accompanied by a few light hums.
"Damn it..." Su Jinning felt a surge of lust rising in her lower abdomen. She pressed her temples as if she were desperately craving a spring of water, her voice sounding as if she was trying to suppress something.
"It's one thing that you're sick and not behaving yourself, it's another that you're clinging to me and won't let go, but you fucking..." Su Jinning closed her eyes and tried to struggle to get up.
"What the hell are you breathing for...?"
Su Jinning practically spat out those words through gritted teeth. Afterward, as if infected by Shen Moyu, her entire face and neck turned bright red.
The agonizing and ambiguous five minutes finally passed, and the thermometer beeped twice under Shen Moyu's robe.
Su Jinning gently took out the thermometer, shook it, and looked at the number: 37.1.
The fever had subsided, and Su Jinning breathed a sigh of relief, smiling as if she were celebrating for Shen Moyu.
He gently placed Shen Moyu on the pillow and slowly brushed away the damp hair that was stuck to Shen Moyu's forehead.
Perhaps it was because I slept for several days and sweated a little that my fever subsided.
He stood up, his grip on the thermometer suddenly tightening. What had just happened was somewhat absurd.