“What’s wrong with me?” Gwen asked in a dumb voice.
She vaguely remembered that she had a cold in the morning. After eating breakfast, she drank **** water and then went back to her room to lie down. Why did she lie down and become like this?
And looking at it this way, she seems to have a little bit of it? is it so serious?
Lucas stretched out his hand and touched her forehead, then pressed it to his forehead, only then, his expression slowed down, “Xu Mo said you have a fever.”
“Fever?” Gwen was a little stunned. “Isn’t it a cold?”
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