Chapter 842

Though Jane was somewhat reluctant, she planted a quick kiss and immediately tried to make a swift escape. But after waddling just a few steps on her short little legs, she turned right back around. Her face was still flushed like a ripe apple from shyness, yet her big, beautiful eyes cool as chilled grapes were brimming with exaggerated seriousness. "Brother Frederick, you have a fever right now. You can't bundle up like this you need to kick off the blankets to cool down!" Frederick pouted. "But Jane, I'm cold..." Climbing back onto his bed, she softened her voice into a sweet, coaxing tone. "Be good, Brother Frederick. I know you feel cold, but that's just because your temperature sensors are all messed up from this bad flu. It's just an illusion." She pressed a hand to his forehead. "You're already burning up at 39 degrees. You have to wear something lighter to let the heat out." The infrared thermometer had read 38.5°C, but the old-fashioned mercury one under his arm showed a full