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She took his hand away and touched his forehead. As expected, for a while, the room was heated up, and he was not wearing much, and his neither thick nor thin clothes were tucked under the quilt. Chi Yinan, who was sick, did not seem to be threatened at all, even looked pitiful as she sat on the edge of the bed and called out his name again.

"Oh, thirsty."

She brought the cup to his mouth