"What? Youngest, are you feeling uncomfortable?"

Zhang Bo walked to Zhao Luzheng's bed and opened the mosquito net. When he saw Zhao Luzheng's face clearly, he couldn't help but was startled. "My youngest, why do you look so ugly? Didn't you sleep well last night?"

"Wow, maknae, are you sick?"

Zhuge Yun frowned, "What's going on? Wasn't everything fine yesterday? Why is it so serious all of a sudden?"

As he spoke, he wanted to reach out and touch Zhao Luzheng's forehead, but due to height restrictions, he missed it a little bit. Zhuge Yun:...

Zhang Bo pushed Zhuge Yun away unceremoniously, turned the corner of his mouth, and let out a light sneer. The meaning of ridicule was self-evident.

Zhuge Yun had veins popping out on his forehead, but seeing Zhang Bo taking Zhao Luzheng's temperature seriously, he could only suppress his desire to speak out against him.

However, it is never too late for a gentleman to take revenge.

As the shortest person in dormitory 417, Zhuge Yun hates it when others look down on him because of his height.

…

"Oh, it's so hot."

Zhang Bo's hand fell away as soon as he touched it, and he screamed.

Zhao Luzheng was sitting on the bed with his body hunched over weakly. Hearing this, he looked at Zhang Bo blankly, but his eyes were a little distracted.

"Youngest, why do you have such a severe fever all of a sudden?"
Chapter completed!