Koa Jackson was a step faster than her, directly covering her nose with a towel.
Mia Ginger clearly felt—
Early in the morning, did she really have a nosebleed like this?
A nosebleed!
Infatuated fool, is there anyone in the world as hopelessly infatuated as her?
Mia was so embarrassed she couldn’t lift her head, covering her nose with one hand while handing the thermoter to Koa Jackson, "You should take your temperature."
Koa took the thermoter, looked at her bowed head, and before he could say anything, Mia turned and left.
Koa: "..."
He also felt it wasn’t great to be undressed early in the morning, but her reaction was a bit much.
He couldn’t find a word to describe it.
A little bit amusing, too.
With a hoarse laugh, Koa finished washing up, put on his clothes in the dressing room, and tucked the thermoter under his arm.
Mia cleaned herself up in the next room, and when she returned, she saw Koa had already dressed, wearing a light gray V-neck top with slim, straight black pants. Sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed, he looked elegant and charmingly nonchalant.
Just like this, he could be on the cover of a fashion magazine, with looks, physique, and charisma comparable to a supermodel.
How could one not swoon over him early in the morning?
She admired and adored him so much.
Mia instinctively covered her nose with one hand, walked over, and asked, "Where’s the thermoter?"
Koa checked the ti on his wristwatch and took out the thermoter.
Before he could look at it, Mia quickly took it from him.
"Thirty-nine point two degrees!" Mia blinked at it again, a bit stunned, and imdiately reached up to feel his forehead.
Koa laughed, holding her hand, "It’s okay, I’ll just take so dicine later."
"Thirty-nine degrees, you should get a drip," Mia put down the thermoter, trying to support his arm, concerned, "You can’t drive with a fever. How about calling a doctor ho?"
"No need," Koa smiled gently.
"How could there be no need?" Mia was almost in tears, "A kid in our alley once had a fever over thirty-nine degrees, and without tily treatnt, it damaged his brain!"
"...I’m not that fragile," Koa glanced at her.
"Just call the doctor already," Mia seed not to have heard him.
Koa pulled her into his arms, walking toward the dining room, "I said no need. I know my own body, it’s just a fever. After breakfast and so dicine, a bit of rest, I’ll be fine."
"Don’t," Mia bit her lip, looking at him pitifully, "I’m worried sick."
Koa gently touched her face, his eyes so tender it was as if one could drown in them.
Mia was at a loss for words.
Koa then led her by the shoulder toward the dining room, with the Chancellor following at a considerate distance.
Soon, they reached the dining room.
Since he had a fever, Aunt Lee specially made so millet porridge.
As soon as they arrived, she served a small bowl of porridge, looking up to ask Koa, "How are you feeling?"
"Not a big deal," Koa gave a faint smile, "I’m usually in good health, you know that, don’t mind this girl’s fuss."
"He’s running a fever of thirty-nine point two," Mia pouted.
Koa raised his hand to tousle her hair, "I said just eat and take so dicine, don’t worry."
Mia pursed her lips and looked at him, feeling utterly helpless.
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