C38 He Won't Believe Me

These questions were like vines wrapped around his heart. He subconsciously reached out to touch her forehead — luckily, it was only a low fever.

Hee Yi, who was still in a daze, subconsciously raised her hand to wipe away the foreign object on her forehead and turned her body over.

The soft and silky hair slid across his palm. It was soft, itchy, and somewhat numb.

However