Tang Qiqi just turned around when the person on the bed sat up and said, "Seventh Brother, no..."
"Lie down!" Tang Qiqi frowned. Seeing that the quilt that had already covered her had retreated to her knees, her brows furrowed and her voice rose a few decibels unconsciously.
Qi Yan was stunned at first, and the words of refusal were stuck in his throat.
Under the gaze of those black eyes, I obediently lay back on the bed.
He covered himself with the quilt again.
It was not until the sound of the door closing was heard that the person came to his senses and turned his head woodenly to look in the direction where Tang Qiqi left.
His thin lips were slightly curled, and his bloodthirsty red eyes were filled with only tenderness.
But then, the upward curve froze at the corner of his mouth.
The person who withdrew his gaze looked up, his red eyes, which had become somewhat empty, staring quietly at the ceiling, lost in thought.
Qi Yan didn't know how long he maintained this posture until he heard footsteps outside again.
As I was collecting my thoughts, the door opened.
Tang Qiqi was holding medicine and a glass of water in his hand.
He shook the thermometer skillfully a few times and handed it to Qi Yan.
When the thermometer returned to his hand, Tang Qiqi's eyes widened in shock, "Thirty-eight degrees?"
Even though her fever was so high, he still managed to endure it without saying a word and sent her to the hospital. After going through so much, he collapsed due to the illness.
Such amazing endurance!
Tang Qiqi's eyebrows were knitted together, and she didn't realize that her tone was full of worry when she spoke, "Take the medicine first!"
After saying that, he thought of something and looked at Qi Yan and asked, "Have you eaten?"
The quilt covered Qi Yan's chin and rested on his sexy thin lips.
He shook his head honestly.
"When did you eat it?"
"……yesterday."
Tang Qiqi took a deep breath.
I will complain to Lao Liu when I see him at school tomorrow. The little brat is really disobedient and needs more discipline.
Tang Qiqi put down what he was holding and asked, "Do you have rice?"
Qi Yan was slightly stunned, and when he realized what Tang Qiqi was asking, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.
Holding back the upward curve of his lips, he nodded and said, "Yes."
Tang Qiqi has little confidence in her cooking skills.
But the porridge is not going to fail.
Yu Luoxi lived alone, and she was always the one to take care of him whenever he was sick. It was here that she practiced her porridge-making skills.
When she walked into the room with porridge, the person on the bed slowly opened his eyes.
The temperature is just right, not too hot or too cold.
Tang Qiqi handed the bowl in his hand to Qi Yan.
Although it was just ordinary rice porridge, Qi Yan still smelled a fragrance.
"What's wrong?" Seeing that the person didn't pick up the phone for a long time, Tang Qiqi asked.
Qi Yan looked at the bowl in front of him and sighed softly, his tone somewhat helpless, "My hands...are weak."
Tang Qiqi thought about it, then sat down beside the bed and helped hold the bowl, with the spoon facing him. "I'll help you hold it."
Qi Yan raised his hand that was hanging by his side and reached for the soup spoon with a trembling voice.
The hand that just picked up the soup spoon trembled even more violently, and all the porridge in the spoon spilled back into the bowl.
The soup spoon that I had finally picked up fell back into the bowl with a "pop" sound before it left the bowl.
Seeing the man frowning and about to pick up the spoon to try again, Tang Qiqi couldn't bear it and hesitated before speaking, "How about... let me do it."
As soon as he finished speaking, the trembling hand fell limply to his leg as if the soul had been sucked out of it.
Tang Qiqi sighed silently.
He was so weak that he could hardly walk or hold a spoon, but he still insisted on taking her to the hospital.
Thinking of this, the discomfort he had just felt was immediately dispelled. Tang Qiqi picked up the soup spoon, took a small sip, and handed it to Qi Yan's mouth.
The latter lowered his head slightly, opened his mouth, and swallowed everything in the spoon in one gulp.
Meeting a pair of expectant eyes, Qi Yan curled his lips and said, "It's delicious."
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