Looking up, I saw Shen Xingmian with a slight smile on her face, the meaning of which was unclear.
"Zhizhi, I think I'm sick."
Nanzhi: "..."
What did you think she was?
With her ears turning red, Nan Zhi felt a little uncomfortable. She then glared at him fiercely and said, "Lie down and rest. I'll go get the medicine."
After saying that, he fled in panic.
Shen Xingmian watched her slam the door and leave, a smile involuntarily curving her lips. It seems being sick isn't so bad after all.
Nanzhi went to her study next door, and her cheeks inexplicably turned red. She patted her face, feeling extremely embarrassed.
"Miss, you're such a beast."
Nanzhi: "..."
Ignoring Miaomiaoji's teasing, Nanzhi rummaged through the drawer for fever reducers, then went downstairs to prepare them and brought them to the bedroom.
Shen Xingmian had already obediently lay down in bed, coughing repeatedly.
Nanzhi walked over to Yao and handed him the medicine directly, saying, "Drink the fever reducer first, and I'll go cook some porridge in a bit."
Shen Xingmian reached out and took the bowl, glanced at the medicine in it, and then tilted her head back and drank it.
Seeing that he was cooperating, Nanzhi's expression softened. "Alright, now lie down and rest."
Upon hearing this, Shen Xingmian curled her lips and lay down.
Nanzhi tucked the blanket around him, then turned and left with the medicine bowl.
Shen Xingmian was indeed feeling unwell, and soon fell asleep.
In his dream, the wind was strong, and the feeling of falling rapidly from a great height filled him with panic, but even more so with worry for her.
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