Chapter 81 I Don’t Want to Delay You

Cen Wan walked into the room on time and checked on Shen Yixiao. Seeing that he was asleep, she did not wake him up immediately.

But he didn't know how he slept, the quilt was thrown aside and he was not covered at all.

Cen Wan gently pulled the quilt over him, tucked in the corners, then turned and left, closing the door behind him.

She didn't dare live in her current house anymore, so she searched for rental information on her phone and got a rough idea of ​​what to buy. Before Shen Yixiao woke up, she went to the kitchen to see what to cook for dinner.

As soon as she finished washing the vegetables, Shen Yixiao came out of the house.

He was wearing gray pajamas, with his black hair hanging casually in front of his forehead, and his eyes were sleepy, as if he had not woken up yet.

He walked into the kitchen lazily and came to Cen Wan's side, looking listless.

"What are you doing?"

Cen Wan: “…dinner.”

Shen Yixiao rarely made trouble and pleaded pitifully, "Can you make me some soup? I'm so cold."

"Cold?" Cen Wan was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously raised her hand to touch his forehead, "Are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere else?"

Shen Yixiao: "My head hurts a lot, and I have no strength in my body."

After saying that, he bent down and rested his chin on her shoulder.

Cen Wan was stunned. Shen Yixiao stood behind her, covering her whole body in his arms. They were so close that she could even feel the scorching heat from his body.

I missed a beat of breath.

Coming back to her senses, she quickly stepped back and supported him sideways: "Go back to your room and rest first. I'll take your temperature."

"I just slept too much and don't want to sleep anymore. I'll go sit on the sofa."

"good."

After taking his temperature, Cen Wan frowned slightly, "It seems he has a low-grade fever."

Shen Yixiao leaned weakly on the sofa, his lips pale.

Cen Wan: "Why don't we ask Dr. Zhou to come over again?"

"No need," Shen Yixiao's voice was a little hoarse, "Just repeat it a few times, it's okay."

Cen Wan looked at him and pursed her lips: "Why did you suddenly catch fire again?"

Shen Yixiao looked up at her and explained seriously, "It's a constitutional problem. People who don't usually get sick become like this once they get sick."

"Can you get me a glass of water?"

"good."

Cen Wan made him a glass of warm water and sat across from him: "Then take another dose of fever-reducing medicine after dinner. If it doesn't work, I'll call the doctor again."

Shen Yixiao nodded lightly, took a sip of water, and then took out his cell phone.

"Don't make dinner, I'll have the store deliver it."

"I want to drink the soup in their store."

Cen Wan: "Okay."

By the time the food was delivered to the restaurant, Shen Yixiao no longer had any appetite.

He ate only a little and then leaned back in his chair and watched Cen Wan eat.

"Will this delay your work?"

He spoke suddenly. Cen Wan was stunned for a moment, looked up at him, and pursed her lips: "No."

"Didn't I just ask you for a job?"

Cen Wan put down her chopsticks and said softly, "It's okay for me to go in a day or two. It won't have much of an impact."

She just needs to hold on tighter.

Shen Yixiao murmured, "Hmm," and said, "I don't think my cold and fever will get better soon. Why don't you go to the studio during the day and come back in the evening?"

"I don't want to delay your work."

Cen Wan frowned slightly, feeling a little strange, but couldn't tell what was strange.

Shen Yixiao continued, "I was just worried that no one would be watching me at night, and I would get confused because of the fever."

Cen Wan thought about it and realized that it was indeed true.

It would be dangerous if his fever didn't go away at night, but she also had to deal with work matters.

This can also neutralize it.

She nodded: "Okay, let's see how you are doing tonight."

Shen Yixiao half closed his eyes, hiding the gleam in his eyes.