C1986 Marry of the Wealthy Class 1913

In the mansion, Jason was lying flat on the sofa. His forehead was still plastered with a fever quenching sticker, while his mouth was groaning.

"Don't you want to go for a drive?" Ding Yiyi snapped the thermometer at him, gesturing for him to open his mouth.

Jason obediently put the thermometer in his mouth, then suddenly asked without thinking