Qiqi had no idea how long she had slept, but it was far from restful. Perhaps it was because the Wolf King was nearby—at first, she felt very hot, then very cold. Involuntarily, her body gravitated toward him, rubbing and nuzzling until she finally clutched his fluffy tail to her chest for warmth.
The Wolf King, disturbed by her tugging on his tail, woke up. He quietly tried to pull his tail free, but it was no use—the girl was holding on too tightly. What was going on? Hadn't she refused to sleep with him earlier? Now she was actively leaning in? A sly grin curled at the corner of his lips. With a subtle shift, he transformed back into the handsome Rong Yi. Hah, this time you're throwing yourself into my arms—can't blame me for that, can you? Rong Yi lay smugly on the edge of the bed, stretching out his arm to wrap around Qiqi, letting the girl snuggle tightly against his chest. He even happily rubbed his chin against her soft neck. Qiqi let out a soft "mm," nestling into the handsome man's embrace. His arms were warm, carrying a fiery heat and a faint scent of grass, making her feel incredibly comfortable. She clung to him tightly, even wrapping her arms and legs around his waist like an octopus, which made Rong Yi freeze abruptly—Qiqi, what are you doing? Don't be so forward, okay? I may be a demon, but I'm still a man.
Qiqi, oblivious, only burrowed deeper into Rong Yi's arms in her drowsy state, as if trying to absorb all his warmth, her body trembling slightly. Rong Yi finally sensed something was wrong. He reached out and touched her forehead—it was slightly warm, still within normal range... Wait, he was a wolf, and a wolf's body temperature was higher than a human's. So her temperature should be lower than his. But now, it matched his own. That meant she had a fever.
The Wolf King immediately understood. He loosened his hold on the girl and gently shook her. "Qiqi? Qiqi?"
Qiqi responded groggily, still gravitating toward the source of heat. Her cheeks were flushed like a ripe peach, tinged with an unusual redness.
The Wolf King frowned and asked softly, "Are you feeling unwell? Do you have a fever?"
Qiqi let out an "oh" and hugged his arm. "Rong Yi, I'm so cold..."
"Cold?" Rong Yi quickly pulled the blanket over and tucked her in carefully. "You might have a fever. Did you catch a chill? Should I fetch a doctor for you?"
In her haze, Qiqi replied, "A doctor? Uh, a physician? No need. I think I just have a bit of a fever. I was caught in the rain at the hospital all day yesterday—probably caught a cold..."
Rong Yi didn't understand what "caught a cold" meant; he only knew that when mortals fell ill, they needed a doctor. "How can you not see a doctor? Your temperature is so high now."
Qiqi mumbled, "There's medicine at home, in the medical kit. Can you find it for me? And bring the thermometer to check my temperature..."
This wasn't the demon king's palace, where imperial physicians could be summoned at will. Modern society didn't have the perks of ancient times, where doctors made house calls. For common colds and fevers, people just bought their own medicine, bundled up in blankets to sweat it out. Besides, Qiqi was a medical student herself—she could diagnose her own condition.
Hearing this, Rong Yi began rummaging through the room. Soon, he found the household medical kit. He carried it to the bedside table and opened it, his expression turning complicated.