C1364 Terminal Disease

Xue Hee stood on her tiptoes and touched his forehead with her hand. The ice-cold feeling on his forehead didn't seem to have a fever, "What's wrong with you? Don't scare me."

"Have me sit over there." Han Qichen's voice was calm, but it wasn't hard to tell that he was deliberately hiding something.

Xue Hee turned around and saw a bench not far away