He was being so fierce to a sick person.
Yan Zhiqing seemed rather fussy when she was sick.
Wei Wucai saw that the little girl became unhappy and even started ignoring him.
She had her back facing him.
Why did she seem so cute?
Wei Wucai bent down and supported himself on the bed with one hand.
He leaned over to look at Yan Zhiqing.
Yan Zhiqing had her back facing him and naturally could not see what he was doing.
She could feel the bed behind her sinking down and could hear the squeaking sound of the mattress when it was pressed down.
Yan Zhiqing thought it was weird. She was nervous and didn't move.
Suddenly, she felt a hand on her forehead.
There was even the refreshing smell of a male skincare product.
"Good. You are not heating up," Wei Wucai said. "Sleep. I will sleep on the sofa. If you don't feel well or if you need to drink water, let me know."
