Ouyang Xiaojun witnessed Lou Ming's fragility for the first time, her mind blank and somewhat stunned.
In her impression, Lou Ming always exuded confidence at any time.
She never imagined that Lou Ming would catch a cold and have a fever one day, and he was so ill that it seemed, if she pressed a knife to him, he wouldn't be able to resist at all.
If that's the case...
Before she could finish the thought, Lou Ming suddenly opened his eyes and stared at her fixedly. Ouyang Xiaojun was slightly taken aback, a look of fear on her face.
She swallowed hard and, as if trying to cover something up, said softly, "Um... you have a high fever, we need to go to the hospital immediately."
"I'm not going. Don't bother me," Lou Ming said impatiently, turning over to face away from Ouyang Xiaojun.
Ouyang Xiaojun thought for a moment, "Then I'll leave."
