Nanzhi simply cooked millet porridge, keeping it light.

While cooking the porridge, she took a moment to go to the bedroom. Shen Xingmian was already asleep. Nanzhi touched his forehead and found that his temperature had not yet dropped.

So I went to the bathroom and got a wet towel to wipe Shen Xingmian's body. Physical cooling should be quite effective.

Ten minutes later, I finished doing all of this.

Nan Zhi then went downstairs. After the porridge was ready, she turned on the keep-warm function, then ladled out a bowl and brought it upstairs.

The man's forehead was covered in sweat, his face was pale, and he looked like he was in great pain.

“...Xi Xi..."

The name she murmured made Nan Zhi's face stiffen. Her outstretched hand awkwardly landed above Shen Xingmian's head, unable to reach down for a long time.

Who is Xixi...?

Why does Shen Xingmian call him by this name?

"Hey, Meow Meow, do you know who this Xixi is?"

Nanzhi remembered the existence of the Meow Meow Machine and asked a question.

MeowMeowMachine: "...I don't know."

Nan Zhi: "How can you be so useless? You don't know anything?"

Meow Meow Machine: "......" I'm only responsible for bringing you two together, not breaking you up. If you knew Xixi was a woman, you would have made a huge fuss.

"But I think this Xixi must be a woman."

MeowMeowMachine: "......"

It would be best to flee; what happens next is none of his concern.

"Shen Xingmian? You're up."

Nanzhi felt a tightness in her chest as she thought about it. She had been concerned about his health, but it seemed that this man didn't need her at all.

"Shen Xingmian?"

Seeing that he was still not awake, Nan Zhi raised her voice a few decibels, and Shen Xingmian was jolted awake.

The moment he opened his eyes and saw Nanzhi, he immediately reached out and pulled her into his arms.

Nanzhi: "......"

Before she could even get angry, it seemed like Shen Xingmian had extinguished her anger. Who was Xixi? Who cares? Anyway, Shen Xingmian was hers. Whether it was Dongdong, Xixi, or Nanbeibei, she would get rid of them all.

Shen Xingmian held Nan Zhi tightly and remained silent for about a minute before letting go of her.

Nanzhi glanced at him and said, "It seems your fever has subsided. Have some porridge."

He reached out and helped Shen Xingmian lean back against the headboard, then brought over the porridge and handed it to her, gesturing with his head, "Drink it."

Shen Xingmian's dark eyes remained fixed on Nan Zhi, as if he were suddenly bewitched.

Nan Zhi: "......Take it."

The man then turned his gaze to the celadon bowl, raised his head, and said weakly and pitifully:

"Cough cough, I feel unwell."

Nanzhi: "......"

"Hey girl, what are you waiting for? Let's get him... ptooey, ptooey, feed him!"

The Meow Meow Machine, which had already fled, returned and urged Nan Zhi to personally feed Shen Xingmian porridge.

Nan Zhi's gaze fell on the man's pale but not disheveled face. After weighing her options carefully, she picked up a spoon, scooped up a spoonful of hot porridge, and held it directly to Shen Xingmian's lips.

He spoke roughly and irritably: "Open your mouth."

As soon as Shen Xingmian opened her mouth, the spoonful of hot porridge was forcefully poured into it.

The burning sensation along her esophagus made Shen Xingmian frown.

Nanzhi raised an eyebrow. "What? Is it hot?"

Seeing her impatience, Shen Xingmian shook her head.

Nanzhi continued to feed him porridge, but Shen Xingmian would pause every time she fed him. Nanzhi was a little suspicious; could it really be too hot?

This time, Nanzhi didn't continue feeding him. Instead, she scooped up a spoonful and drank it herself, almost burning her tongue.

After swallowing with difficulty, Nan Zhi looked somewhat annoyed. She had been fed seven or eight spoonfuls of food, which must have been very uncomfortable for her.

A pang of heartache and guilt rose in my heart.

Shen Xingmian didn't have time to stop her. Seeing that she had already drunk it, the man pursed his lips, about to speak, when he heard Nan Zhi say:

"Why are you pretending? Just say it's hot."

Shen Xingmian: "...It's not hot."

It won't be hot as long as you feed it to it.

"Miss, you're so fierce, how can he possibly say anything?"

Meow Meow rolled its eyes and scolded.

Nanzhi felt that she had gone too far; it was all because of that Xixi, she was really infuriating.

He reached out and scooped up another spoonful, blew on it for a while, and then held it to Shen Xingmian's lips. "It's not hot this time, drink it."

Watching her careful movements, Shen Xingmian raised her eyebrows, her expression becoming much more lively, and lowered her head to drink it.

After finishing a large bowl of porridge, Shen Xingmian felt much better.

He sat on the edge of the bed, looking at Nanzhi. Nanzhi, whose face was burning from his gaze, felt her body stiffen. Finally, she couldn't take it anymore and asked, "Why are you staring at me?"

Shen Xingmian's lips, which had just turned slightly red, curved into a smile. "I miss you."

Nanzhi: "..."

My heart, once again, pounded violently against my chest.

After cleaning up the dishes, Nanzhi hurriedly left the bedroom.

Even when she's sick, she's still so restless; Nanzhi really doesn't know what to say.

For the next two days, Shen Xingmian simply stopped going to the company, claiming that she was sick and needed to rest.

Hu Lai came directly to the door and found Shen Xingmian lying on the bed.

Shen Xingmian's health has finally improved after her insomnia was cured. With my help over the past two years, her body has also gotten a good rest.

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