After a few seconds, he finally spoke again, "Mm."
Qiao Mo was stunned for a moment, then said again, "I'll go get you some medicine."
But his arm didn't move at all, showing no intention of letting her go.
His thin lips gently brushed against the hollow of her neck, the faint stubble tickled a bit, "Just hold me for a while."
He spoke in a low, husky voice, his thin lips pressed against the back of her neck, so much so that when he spoke, it felt like he was kissing her.
Qiao Mo was speechless, her neck turning slightly red, she didn't move, but after a long while, she still spoke softly, "But if you don't take medicine, you won't get better..."
He made no sound, and it was unclear if he had already fallen asleep.
The room gradually fell silent.
The night passed without a word.
The next morning, Qiao Mo had several bouts of fever again, yet the man who had been droopy last night was already up and about, showing no signs of illness at all.
