Chapter 132 Husband Feelings

How do you answer this question?

She said she ate it, but she had a cold and fever for several days, and she went out in the cold wind even though she knew she was sick.

Just say that he didn't eat or talk about something else. With Xu Jiqing's meticulous thinking, he could figure out the truth about the illness without any tricks.

If I like him, I like him. If I want to see him, I want to see him.

Su Xia is open and honest about her actions, so she doesn't feel ashamed of peeking at her boyfriend outside the back door of the classroom.

But after everything that happened before, Xu Jiqing probably thought that she was a young lady who had never been tainted by worldly affairs, just like other students in the school. She didn't want to appear too delicate in front of him.

We were picked up and dropped off by car, and entered an air-conditioned room as soon as we landed.

Isn’t this too difficult to support?

Su Xia was still racking her brains for a perfect answer when Xu Jiqing asked in a different way, "Were you fine when you left?"

She played dumb and said, "I'm fine now."

It is easy to look bulky when wearing clothes in winter.

Before going out, Su Xia looked at herself in the mirror several times and finally changed her thick sweater into the thinnest milky blue cashmere sweater.

At this moment, the front of her down jacket was slightly opened, revealing a small piece of her flawless neck, which was so white that it seemed to glow.

Xu Jiqing's gaze fell on it for a moment, his face stern. He raised his hand and pulled her collar tightly to her chin.

He glanced at his watch.

"I'll take you to the school hospital."

It would be better to go to the school hospital.

You might need to get an IV drip.

She has always had marks on the back of her hands from IV drips since she was a child, and every time she gets a needle, there's a bruise. No matter how skilled the nurse is, it's useless. Once she gets home, she can't escape Su Xiaojuan's scrutiny.

"...No, no," Su Xia raised her head in panic, but didn't dare to shake her head for fear of getting even more dizzy. "It's just a minor cold. I'll go home and take some medicine and I'll be fine."

Xu Jiqing looked at her for a few seconds and said, "Then I'll take you home."

"Can't you just not go back?"

Su Xia said pitifully, "How long have I been with you..."

"I have a physics tutoring class at 2pm. You don't have to chase me away then. I'll leave on my own."

Because she had a cold, her voice was a little nasal and soft.

There was no need to say any accusations, he already felt like a bad person.

Xu Jiqing touched the edges of several plates and found they were still hot.

"Even if you don't have an appetite, eat a few more bites."

Before getting up, he gave a few more instructions in a light tone, "Eat as much as you can. Don't wait for me. I'll be back soon."

The view from the window is great. In the distance is an artificial lake covered with a thin layer of ice, and nearby are layers of steps and a tree-lined avenue leading to the distance.

The snow was still falling, and the sky was hazy like fog.

Most boys wear dark clothes in this season.

Xu Jiqing's figure jogged along with the crowd. At first, Su Xia could still follow him because of his height and figure, but the farther he went, the more people there were, and he disappeared from the end of his sight in just a few steps.

How long is a while?

It can be as short as a quarter of an hour or as long as more than half an hour.

But Xu Jiqing's "a while" was incredibly fast. It seemed that before she could swallow a few mouthfuls of rice noodles, the other party came back.

With the plastic bag in front of him, Su Xia put down the spoon in his hand and looked up in a daze.

Xu Jiqing stood by the table, with some of the ice crystals on her hair on her shoulders still wet.

He had no intention of sitting down. He took out the cold and heat-clearing granules from the bag, went to the beverage counter next to him, swiped his card, bought an empty cup, filled it with boiling water, and shook it slightly to dissolve it.

The granules of Chinese patent medicine have a reassuring bittersweet smell.

Holding the hot cup in her hand, Su Xia was speechless for a moment, looking up at him dizzily.

Xu Jiqing sat back down opposite her and glanced at the barely touched food on the table. "Are you still eating?"

Su Xia blinked and said, "I'm full."

My mind, which had been down for half a day, seemed to become clear again for a moment.

She had a vague premonition and quickly gathered the bowl in front of her to protect it. "Don't touch these, or you'll catch a cold from me. I'll digest them and then have a few more bites. I won't waste them."

"But don't worry, I use serving chopsticks for everything else, so it's absolutely safe."

Xu Jiqing lowered his jaw slightly, handed her the cold medicine he had prepared, lowered his thin eyelids, picked up the bowl and chopsticks.

"Wait until the water cools down. There's cold medicine in the bag. Take it together."

His tone was very flat.

But... there's this inexplicable feeling of being a husband.

Su Xia uttered an "oh" and lowered her head, unable to help but curl her lips. She wanted to take out her little notebook right then and there and add two more lines to Xu Jiqing's observation diary:

Not only does he have a cold face when he is shy, he also has a cold face when he is taking care of others.

Judging from the words written on the plastic bag, the pharmacy should be on the street in front of Jiangda Gate, which is not very close to here.

When he went to buy medicine for her just now, he ran back and forth.

The name that He Miao mentioned casually popped up again inexplicably.

Last time she felt very ashamed, now it might be the sick filter.

She suddenly felt that this was the type of brother whose actions spoke louder than words.

Really, he is perfect to be a husband.

Woo woo.

That's the good thing about having a fever.

Her face was already red, and after a while of the mess in her heart, she pretended to be calm and continued to shake her cup without saying a word.

There are not many people in the international students' cafeteria.

The speakers high up were playing the original version of Jingle Bells, and the maracas accompanied by the melodious children's chorus were warm and cheerful, creating a festive atmosphere.

In just a short while, Xu Jiqing had finished most of the remaining dishes, even cleaning out the bamboo shoots and bean sprouts from the boiled pork slices.

Su Xia has never been short of food and clothing since she was a child. She always picks her favorite dish first from the table.

But she had also heard that some people prefer to experience the bitter first and the sweet later, so they would concentrate on eating all the dishes they dislike first, and save their favorite two bites for the last, savoring them slowly.