Clinging to Devoted Fiancé, Heiress Slays the World!
Chapter 83 Kissing her, he reached out to undo her nightgown

Chapter 83: Chapter 83 Kissing her, he reached out to undo her nightgown

After a while, Ji Wei came back breathlessly with the fever medicine.

Seeing Mo Qian still standing there, Ji Wei quickly helped him to the bed and said sternly, "You’re sick, lie down and rest."

Mo Qian has always been in good health and usually doesn’t get sick.

If he hadn’t given her his coat tonight and held her tightly in the cold, he wouldn’t have caught a chill, right?

Guilt filled Ji Wei’s heart as she looked at the faint sickly red on Mo Qian’s cheeks, making her feel even more remorseful.

After applying a fever patch and feeding him the medicine, Ji Wei still felt uneasy and blurted out, "I should call a doctor to come over."

After saying that, she hurried to find her phone, but Mo Qian grabbed her arm: "It’s too late, Weiwei, you should sleep first. It’s just a fever, it won’t defeat me."

They had already been through so much tonight; he didn’t want her to worry about him any longer.

"No, I can’t sleep."

Ji Wei insisted sternly.

Looking at the flush on his cheeks, she suddenly remembered something and sprang up: "I don’t even know how high your fever is, let me get a thermometer!"

Having said that, she rushed out of the bedroom once again.

When Ji Wei came back to the bedroom and walked to the bed, she saw Mo Qian with his eyes closed, seemingly asleep.

His lips were pale, his brow slightly furrowed, and the sickly flush on his cheeks hadn’t receded. Even in the grip of such a high fever, he remained incredibly handsome.

Ji Wei sat down by the bed, staring at the thermometer in her hand, feeling a little troubled.

The only kind she found was the old-fashioned type that had to be clamped under the arm to measure temperature.

She glanced at Mo Qian.

Noticing his somewhat rapid breathing, the air he exhaled warming the surrounding air.

Ji Wei could no longer care about much else and hurriedly completely unbuttoned his half-open shirt, then reached out to place the thermometer under his armpit.

After waiting for a few minutes, she took out the thermometer and saw that Mo Qian’s fever had reached 39.5 degrees!

She was so startled that the thermometer slipped onto the quilt.

This wasn’t a solution to let the fever run its course. Even if she called a doctor now, it would nearly take an hour.

Ji Wei suddenly remembered that she had had a high fever several times when she was a child, and at that time, her grandmother used warm water to wipe her body to reduce the fever physically.

She quickly went to the bathroom to fetch a basin of warm water, soaked a towel, and then removed all of Mo Qian’s clothing, leaving only his underwear.

At this moment, Ji Wei’s mind was solely focused on worrying about Mo Qian’s illness, with no room to concern herself with his nearly naked body.

She picked up the wet towel and began to carefully wipe his feverish body.

After about ten minutes of wiping, Ji Wei felt that Mo Qian’s body temperature had slightly reduced, and his scorching rapid breaths had somewhat calmed, allowing her to secretly breathe a sigh of relief.

Yet she didn’t dare relax, holding the thermometer in her hand and measuring Mo Qian’s temperature every fifteen minutes.

In the meantime, Ji Wei succumbed to her sleepiness and dozed off for a while.

Suddenly waking from her slumber, Ji Wei glanced at the wall clock and found it was past three in the morning.

She reached out to feel Mo Qian’s forehead; his temperature was still high, but it seemed a bit better than before.

She then prepared to take his temperature again.

Leaning over him, she focused on slipping the thermometer under his armpit when suddenly, a pair of arms swiftly reached out, pulling her into his embrace.

Ji Wei lay on Mo Qian’s chest, her mind going completely blank.

Through the thin nightgown, Mo Qian’s strong and powerful heartbeat seemed to echo in her heart, intensely clear.

The coolness of her body made him feel very comfortable.

Mo Qian held her greedily, inhaling her unique fragrance.

"Mo Qian..."

Ji Wei came back to her senses and looked up at him, softly calling his name.

Yet in the next moment, a large hand suddenly cupped the back of her head, pressing her down.

Before Ji Wei could react, her lips were tightly pressed against his.

The woman’s soft, cool body made Mo Qian reluctant to let go.

In his muddled state, he only wanted to be closer to her skin, so he continued to kiss her while reaching to untie the straps of her nightgown.

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