Because it was night, there were no buses going to the city. Yan Cuo hardened his heart, hired a car, and headed towards Yu Muyang's small house.
Along the way, the driver kept bringing up the topic, "Girl, are you looking for someone so late at night? You look quite young, are you a middle school student?"
Yan Cuo was anxious, but out of courtesy he still replied politely, "I've already graduated from high school. I'm going to find someone."
"Which school does the girl go to? My daughter is exactly the same age as you. She goes to Xin'an Middle School. She has pretty good grades. I've always been proud of her."
Yancuo paused, not knowing how to start. Yanfen Middle School is better than Xin'an Middle School, but saying it directly might hurt the self-esteem of the middle-aged man in front of him.
Seeing his proud look, Yan Cuo thought for a moment and said, "Xin'an Middle School is quite good and very famous."
The middle-aged man laughed heartily, "Yes, I said my daughter is really good and obedient."
Yan Cuo responded somewhat awkwardly, looking somewhat bored.
Looking at the road ahead, she asked anxiously, "Master, how long will it take to get there?"
"It's almost there, about twenty minutes. Are you in a hurry to meet someone?"
"Well, he is a very important person to me. He is sick and I have to go take care of him." Yan Cuo did not hide the anxiety and concern on his face. The middle-aged driver also knew what to do and stopped talking, speeding up the car.
As soon as the car arrived at the downstairs of the residential complex, Yan Cuo hurriedly took money from his wallet and gave it to the driver, then hurriedly got out of the car.
The middle-aged driver looked at her hurried back and sighed. It was late at night and he didn't know who the child was going to meet. She looked so anxious.
Yan Cuo went upstairs, took out the spare key from his bag and opened the door.
It was Yu Muyang's insistence that led me to accept this spare key, and now it seems to have finally come in handy.
The room was pitch black and there was no sound at all. Yan Cuo walked into the room and saw him lying on the bed with a sickly pale face.
This idiot must have not slept all night last night, his eyes are all blue and black.
I touched his head and it was okay, not particularly hot, but seeing the way his brows were furrowed, he must be very uncomfortable.
She patted his arm, "Yu Muyang, Yu Muyang?"
He slowly opened his eyes, "Yanyan, you're here."
Yan Cuo rarely saw him so vulnerable, and his heart ached. "You have a fever. Can I take you to the hospital?"
He shook his head. "There's some fever-reducing medicine in the living room. I'll be fine after taking some and getting some sleep."
Hearing this, Yancuo hurried out to look for it. Sure enough, there was a white medicine box on the shelf in the living room. Yancuo found the antipyretic medicine in it, then poured a glass of water and took it into the living room.
Yu Muyang was still awake, looking at her with his eyes open. Yan Cuo followed the instructions on the back of the medicine box, which stated two pills at a time, and gave him two pills. Yu Muyang took them obediently.
Yancuo was about to leave with the medicine box, but he held her hand tightly and said, "Don't go. Stay here with me."
Yan Cuo looked at his childish appearance and felt a little helpless. "I'll put the medicine box back and get you something to eat. Haven't you had dinner yet?"
He nodded blankly, looking at her with a pair of eyes that looked somewhat pitiful.
Yancuo covered him with the quilt and said, "Go to sleep first. I'll make you some porridge, okay?"
He felt a little reluctant to see her leave, but he still lay down obediently, "Okay, I'll listen to you."
After Yancuo settled him down, he went to the kitchen, found some rice, washed it, and started cooking it.
Looking around, everything seemed in tidy order. She remembered that Yu Muyang had always taken care of her before, and now she finally had the chance to take care of him.
This fool always thinks he is King Kong. He never takes his body seriously and always waits until he falls down before he is willing to rest.
She felt angry and distressed at the same time. The time it took to cook the porridge seemed to take an inordinately long time. She glanced at him in the room, who was sleeping soundly with his eyes closed.
When she finished ordering the porridge, she walked over to him and saw beads of sweat on his forehead, but his complexion had improved a little.
Sweating is a good thing, and it will make you feel better quickly.
Yan Cuo found a towel and wiped him, looking at his face which was as obedient as a child at this moment, with a pair of long eyelashes drooping down, making him look even more delicate.
Yan Cuo glanced at his face. His skin was very good and must feel good to the touch.
She reached out her hand to pinch it, but the man in front of her suddenly opened his eyes. He looked at her with a smile, which made her face burn.
"Yanyan, what do you want to do?"
Yan Cuo blushed and hesitated for a long time without giving a reason. Then he admitted it generously, "I think your skin is very good, I want to pinch it."
After saying this, he seemed extremely embarrassed and wanted to walk out.
Yu Muyang called her, "Come here."
Yancuo turned around and looked at him, "What are you doing?"
He raised his head and showed his whole face, "You want to pinch my face? I'll give it to you."
Yan Cuo walked towards him hesitantly, slowly raised his hand and pinched it. It felt very good and slippery.
"Your skin is so nice and smooth." Yancuo exclaimed from the bottom of his heart.
"What else?" He stared at her without moving his eyes away.
"And? What else?"
"When you girls see a cute kid, don't you all want to pinch his cheeks and kiss him?" He said seriously, completely unaware that what he said made the girl in front of him blush.
He maintained his original posture, stretching his face towards her. Yan Cuo hesitated for a moment, and finally kissed her.
He then smiled, "That's good."
Yan Cuo then realized that he had been tricked by him. He glared at him and ran out.
The porridge was ready. Yan Cuo filled a bowl for him, blew on it for a while, and then brought it to him.
His brows furrowed. "Only porridge?"
"Yes, I only cooked porridge. Porridge can help you get better quickly when you have a fever. Be obedient."
"But my mouth tastes bitter and I want to eat something sweet." He looked at her pitifully, as if he had been abused.
"Then should I put some sugar in it?" Yan Cuo thought for a moment, picked up the bowl and prepared to go out.
He suddenly hooked his arms around her neck and sealed her lips with it. Yan Cuo looked at him with wide eyes, trying to break free, but he held her waist tightly, not letting her move at all.
After a long while, Yan Cuo felt that he was almost out of breath, so he let go of himself with a look of satisfaction on his face.
"Why did you kiss me again?" Yan Cuo was a little angry. He attacked her suddenly again and again, and she was never prepared at all.
"Because you are sweet, kissing you will make me sweet."
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