"For God's sake! Don't you know you're burning up? Your forehead's hot enough to fry an egg on. Can't you just lie still for a minute?" Gu Jincheng’s voice, laced with exasperation, grew even harsher. *Was I? Was I running a fever?* No wonder... "So... if I'm sick, are you still going to yell at me?" Buried under the quilt, her already hoarse voice quivered with grievance, making her words almost