Part 3The Secret Diary of My Obsessive Crush

"Mmph..."

Halfway through the ice cream, I heard a muffled groan.

"What's wrong?"

Turning around, I realized Julian's face was a bit red, and his ears were red enough to drip blood.

I hurriedly put down the ice cream and homework, didn't even have time to wipe my mouth, and went to his side to check on him.

"Do you have a fever?"

Just as I reached out to check the temperature of his forehead.

He subconsciously dodged.

My hand froze in mid-air.

A bit awkward.

Indeed, this move was a bit ambiguous.

What am I doing.

How could someone as noble and distant as Julian let me touch him.

Why am I being sentimental?

He sat up with a long face, his voice cold: "The temperature is too high."

As soon as he finished speaking, I heard the sound of the AC being lowered.

So it was too hot, but... it was already 21 degrees (70°F).

I was even a little cold.

Julian hunched over slightly and went back to bed.

He was abnormally hot and now hunched over.

Must be uncomfortable.

He took me in and gave me ice cream.

Now he's feeling unwell.

I should repay him.

At this moment, I didn't care about the difference between men and women.

Whether he wanted it or not, I put my hand directly on his forehead.

It was indeed very hot.

Not just the forehead.

The face was hot.

The neck was hot too.

"Monitor, you definitely have a fever."

When I had a fever, my mom checked me like this.

She checked my forehead, cheeks, and neck, a triple check to confirm if I had a fever.

I repeatedly used the back of my hand to confirm the temperature of his neck.

Julian's breathing became heavier and heavier, and his eyes looking at me started to become a bit blurry.

I was worried he would pass out from the fever, nervous as hell: "Monitor, let's take you to the hospital."

Just as I wanted to retract my hand, he pressed it down in place.

"Oh oh, my hand is cold, does this feel better?"

When I had a fever, mom always put cooling patches on my forehead and behind my ears. Cool and refreshing, very comfortable.

Just that our posture was a bit ambiguous.

However, he is the coldest and most serious straight-A student, he wouldn't have any strange thoughts.

I just let him use my hand to cool down.

Gradually, his gaze shifted to the corner of my mouth.

His handsome face suddenly magnified in front of my eyes, and my brain crashed for a few seconds.

I saw his Adam's apple roll quickly, warm breath lingering on my face, my heart beating violently.

"Monitor, you..."

My call seemed to recall his soul.

His eyelids trembled, his gaze glanced over my chest, closed his eyes for a few seconds and opened them again.

"You have cream on the corner of your mouth, let me wipe it for you."

Huh?

His hand quickly swiped across the corner of my mouth.

Current flowed from head to toe, electrifying me until I was numb all over.