Gwen walked to the sofa and sat down, put down the plate in his hand, curled his hair, and said lightly: “Um… after you got up, it seemed that you couldn’t sleep well.”
When Yan Qiu heard their conversation, his brows frowned, and there was a faint flash of jealousy between his brows.
Lucas frowned slightly, got up and walked towards Gwen. The big palms naturally covered her forehead to test the temperature, and said lightly, “Is there any discomfort?”
“Hmm…” Gwen was a little embarrassed and pulled his hand down, “Xu Mo’s medicine is not bad, except for his throat, which is still uncomfortable. There is nothing else, it’s okay.”
Although I didn’t care about Yan Qiu’s opinion, I just didn’t want Yan Qiu to feel that she was deliberately showing affection in front of her.
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