"What's wrong?" Lin Qianqian looked at him in confusion.
"Why do I feel kind of hot?" Zhou Fan scratched his head, feeling uncomfortable all over.
Something inside him felt unbearably restless.
"Why is your face so red?" Lin Qianqian noticed it too. His face was flushed.
More precisely, his skin was red all over, in patches.
"Are you having an allergic reaction?"
Something was clearly wrong. This usually meant an acute allergic reaction.
"Do you have a fever?"
Lin Qianqian walked over and reached out to touch Zhou Fan's forehead.
"It is a little hot. You probably have a fever."
As she approached, a fragrant breeze washed over him.
It smelled lovely.
Zhou Fan knew that scent well: a mixture of Lin Qianqian's body wash and her natural fragrance.
He often caught a whiff of it, faint and pleasant.
Now, however, her scent seemed stronger than ever before.
And when Lin Qianqian reached out to touch his forehead, the young woman's scent kept teasing his nose.
It stirred an impulse within him-the urge to reach out and hold her.
And so, Zhou Fan's hands rose uncontrollably and reached toward her.
No... something's wrong!
He snapped back to his senses. His hands, already poised to embrace her, instead shoved Lin Qianqian away!
"What's wrong with you?" Lin Qianqian thought Zhou Fan was acting a little strange.
Had today's battle left him with some hidden injury?
"Don't come any closer!" Zhou Fan's breathing grew heavier.
He looked at the wild fruits on the table and rummaged through them, picking out a pink, cherry-like fruit. After examining it closely, he handed it to Lin Qianqian.
"Didn't you say you got full marks in the Wilderness Flora Encyclopedia? How did something like this get in here?"
"Isn't this a cherry fruit? What's wrong with