Transmigrated as the Stepmother of a Rebellious Heir

Shu Wan was running a high fever, her entire body like a heated little sun.

Fu Siyu touched her forehead, his brows furrowing tightly, "The fever still hasn’t subsided."

"Sleeping should help it go down."

Shu Wan managed to say a few words, feeling an unbearable pain in her throat.

Fu Siyu spooned some porridge and fed it to Shu Wan, who slowly ate it.

However, with her throat uncomfortable and her sense of taste slowly diminishing, Shu Wan really didn’t have much appetite, managing only three or four spoonfuls before she couldn’t eat anymore.

Fu Siyu set the bowl aside and supported Shu Wan’s shoulders, "Do you want to sit for a while, or continue lying down?"

"Lying down feels a bit sore, let’s sit for a while."

"Okay."

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Fu Siyu tightened the blanket over Shu Wan’s shoulders, letting her lean against him, "Sit for a while, and tell me if you get tired."