Mosquitoes? Where would mosquitoes come from in this weather?
Huo Xingye walked over, forcing himself to suppress the sensual thoughts in his head, and carefully examined Nan Zhou's snow-white back.
It must have really itched. Nan Zhou couldn't sit still at all, squirming around and reaching up to scratch his neck. "Who knows how many times they bit me."
There wasn't a single mosquito bite on his back, but tiny red rashes densely dotted his shoulder blades.
Above his shoulder blades, the redness extended up his neck too.
Just as Nan Zhou couldn't stand it anymore and reached to scratch his lower back, Huo Xingye caught his hand. "Don't scratch."
"It's really itchy."
"It's an allergic reaction," Huo Xingye said.
He pulled down the loungewear Nan Zhou had lifted, his expression growing somewhat grave.
An allergic reaction?
Nan Zhou blinked and looked back at him. "I threw up just now..."
Seeing Huo Xingye's expression turn serious in an instant, he hurriedly added, "But I felt better after throwing up."
"Get changed," Huo Xingye said.
"What for?" Nan Zhou asked in confusion.
"We're going to the hospital."
Nan Zhou wanted to say no, but Huo Xingye's expression was extremely serious, and his voice was low, carrying a pressure that left no room for argument.
Perhaps noticing his resistance, Huo Xingye crouched in front of the couch, bringing himself to eye level. Looking into his eyes, he said earnestly but gently, "Let's go to the hospital, all right? I'll stay with you the whole time."
Nan Zhou's eyes flickered, and he pressed his lips together. "Can't we just buy some medicine?"
"No." Huo Xingye held the hand that was once again itching to scratch. "If you don't go to the hospital, I won't be able to sleep tonight. I'll keep worrying about