Xian Zihao raised his eyebrows and turned his head to look at her. "What is it?"
"Go to sleep, it's too late." Jiang Ruolan tugged on his shirt and smiled coquettishly.
Apparently, Xian Zihao understood her intentions. His expression was still calm. "This is a very important email from a friend in Beijing. I will go to bed after I finish reading it. Be obedient and don't wait for me."
Jiang Ruolan scratched her face. "How long do you need?"
Xian Zihao just looked at her. Finally, he couldn't hold back the smile on his face. He lowered his head and kissed her lips. Then, he put his lips against hers and said hoarsely, "Half an hour. You have a fever today, no matter how early I sleep, I can't touch you. Let me be busy for a while. It will ease my suffering."
The corner of Jiang Ruolan's mouth twitched. Then she muttered under her breath, "I wonder who said that drinking that stew soup could make sweat come out of my body and help reduce a fever?"
