Gu Nianzhi's heart pounded in her chest; she shook nervously but didn't dare lean back. If she really leaned then what would Huo Shao think of her?
"Why aren't you eating? You're all red; do you have a fever?" Huo Shaoheng had noticed Gu Nianzhi's face as he spoke to Xue Jingjiang—it was red as a tomato's, so he touched her forehead. She was indeed warm.
Sitting on the other side of Huo Shaoheng, Xue Jingjiang's heart dropped. He hoped the young girl wouldn't fall ill now, since it was so rare that he got hang out with Huo Shao. There was no question that Huo Shaoheng would take her home if she wasn't feeling well.
"Is the air conditioning not cold enough? I'll have someone set it to a lower temperature!" Xue Jingjiang rose and asked Gu Nianzhi, "Do you want some warm milk?" Such a cute girl would be suited to drink milk, he thought.
