"You have a fever, I'll go find you some medicine." The warmth still lingered after his arms suddenly emptied. Instructor Mu felt a bit lost but got up calmly and walked out of the bedroom to find medicine for An Ran.
He knew the little girl was shy. If he acted too deliberately, it might push her away. He wasn't worried. As long as he knew that, even subconsciously, the little girl had begun to rely on him, it was enough for him.
An Ran also knew she was sick; she felt dizzy, her mouth was dry like it was on fire, her face was burning hot. Despite the terrifying nightmare she had just experienced, she hadn't even broken out in a sweat.
She couldn't help feeling frustrated. How could her iron body get sick at this moment? Especially when she was with Mu Xing'er. Would he see her as a troublemaker?
Instructor Mu returned with the medicine and saw An Ran sitting on the bed, sighing. He handed her the medicine and asked with concern, "What's wrong? Where do you feel uncomfortable?"
