As Mo Xiuchen finished speaking, Wen Ran felt a tickle in her throat and couldn't help but cough.
"Ranran, are you catching a cold?"
Upon hearing Wen Ran's cough, Mo Xiuchen's expression immediately became tense, and he reached out to wipe her forehead. Looking at his worried face, Wen Ran smiled reassuringly, "Xiuchen, I'm fine."
"Really? You're in a delicate condition right now; you can't afford to get sick."
Mo Xiuchen was still not completely reassured and frowned while looking at her steadily.
Although her forehead wasn't hot, Mo Xiuchen couldn't stop worrying, considering she might have caught a chill while sleeping on the couch. His hand moved from her forehead down to grasp hers.
Wen Ran didn't pull away, allowing him to hold her hand as he said, puzzled, "Your hand isn't cold either. Let's go to the hospital and have a look."
