Xicheng shrugged, indicating it was just a small matter.
After placing the blanket on the bed, Xia Nuan got up and walked into the bathroom, splashing her face with cold water, then checked the time on her watch.
It was already the early hours of the morning, and in another hour, daylight would break.
She came here to take care of her son, yet she fell asleep. How careless!
Quickly wiping her face with a tissue, she returned to the bedside, reaching out a hand to feel the little one's forehead.
Opposite her, Xicheng's voice sounded.
"The fever subsided two hours ago. I just took his temperature ten minutes ago, 36.7 degrees!"
By then, Xia Nuan's hand had already touched the little one's forehead, and sure enough, it felt pleasantly cool.
"That's great," she said, a smile on her face. "Even if it comes back a bit, it shouldn't be too serious."
