C195 He Made a Note of It

Thirsty? Mo Zhan said with a dark expression, "Wait."

Just as he was about to straighten up, Han Xiaoxiao's soft hand grabbed his hand. The heat coming from her palm made Mo Zhan wince. Why was it so hot?

A fever?

He turned again, leaning slightly, his free hand on her forehead, watching her face.

Her face was flushed and her forehead was burning