You're Worrying Me to Death

As soon as Hazel heard Regan's words, her expression changed expectedly. She quickly asked with concern and anxiety, "You've caught a cold? I'll call a doctor to examine you... Have you taken the medicine? Do you feel uncomfortable?" Her hand instinctively reached for his forehead to check his temperature. "I'm fine. I just have a sore throat. Don't worry, I've also taken the medicine," Regan comforted her. Hazel was still worried and said affirmatively, "You're sick because of me." "Of course not... I suddenly felt hot and took a cool shower yesterday. I suppose I caught a cold at that time." Once he said that, Hazel instantly went from a gentle rabbit to a raging wild cat. She grabbed his ear and rebuked angrily, "You always remind me to take good care of my body, yet you caught a cold yourself! You're not a child anymore; you can't mess around like this! Why did you take a cold shower in the first place? Are you trying to worry me to death? You bad boy!" Hazel didn't pinch Regan's e