Inside his heart, Li Jiyao wanted to touch her forehead and see if she was running a temperature. But he thought it might be deemed brusque, so halfway there he retreated his hand. Instead he took out a new thermometer he bought, shook it a couple of times and passed it to Xia Mo.
“Take your temperature and see if you have a fever.”
Xia Mo weakly accepted it but was too shy to slip under clothes right in front of him.
Li Jiyao went hastily to the kitchen to look for bowls for the canned food.
Li Jiyao dragged his feet in the kitchen for 5 to 6 minutes, and then returned to the living room, where Xia Mo had fell asleep leaning on the backseat of the couch.