It turns out, it was all predestined.
"The bedroom is on the left. Shall I help you lie down for a while?" Mo Wen opened the door, put his things on the cabinet in the entryway, and led her in.
Wen Zhuyao was afraid of getting it dirty, and besides, lying in bed like this wasn't very good: "No need, it's fine."
This made him realize that now was not the time.
He pulled Wen Zhuyao to sit on the sofa, then got up and poured a glass of warm water: "You rest for a bit, I'm going out for a bit, I'll be right back."
"Okay." Wen Zhuyao leaned back, slowly regaining some strength, and sipped water.
Mo Wen went downstairs to the nearby convenience store and bought daily necessities, spare underwear, and some sanitary napkins for both day and night use, and took them back with him.
I changed the bedding set in the bedroom to a new one, and also found a clean set of clothes.
Wen Zhuyao just watched him busy himself.
"The bag contains daily necessities. I've changed the four-piece bedding set. The clothes on the bed are mine; they've been washed and worn only twice. You can wear them as pajamas." Mo Wen took everything out of the bag and placed it on the coffee table.
"The other items are all out in the open. I'm going to wait for the locksmith now. You can tidy up while I'm gone and then rest. I'll take you home tomorrow when you feel a bit better. I'll sleep on the sofa tonight."
He gave instructions, taking everything into consideration: "If it's convenient to change clothes, you can hang them to dry on the balcony in the bedroom. If it's not convenient, you can put them in storage bags and put them in your bag. The bags can be placed on the clothes in the bedroom."
"If there's anything you need to take, pack it and send it to me." After saying what he needed to say, Mo Wen got up to leave.
Wen Zhuyao reached out and grabbed him, wanting to say something, but then felt she was just being a nuisance and had no reason to speak.
"It's okay. If we can't talk face-to-face, you can text me." Mo Wen patted her head, turned around and went out, hailed a taxi, and waited for the driver at the door.
During this time, Wen Zhuyao rested for a while and had some energy to go to her room to get her clothes.
There are three storage bags above.
She took a shower and tidied herself up. With plenty of time left before the hour was up, Wen Zhuyao settled into bed and sent the location and her belongings.
"Received it. You get some rest."
Mo Wen waited outside early, said goodbye to his master, went inside to get the necessary keys and coat, and then went out.
When she got back and saw that no one was on the sofa, she slowed down her pace, afraid of disturbing her rest.
Mo Wen temporarily put the clothes he had brought on the cabinet, prepared the painkillers and hot water, and put them on the bedside table when he entered the room.
"Can you sleep a little longer?" Mo Wen gently squatted down by the bed and looked at her as he spoke, trying to make a sound that would wake her up without startling her.
Wen Zhuyao, half-asleep, asked, "Hmm?"
She forced her eyes open and looked at the water and medicine in the other person's hand: "What's wrong?"
"Take some painkillers, then go to sleep. Call me if you get hungry tonight." Mo Wen carefully handed her the cup, watched her take the medicine, covered her with the blanket, and then turned and left.
Mo Wen was working on the sofa, while also observing Wen Zhuyao's condition; she was sleeping soundly.
After confirming that everything was alright, he tidied up and lay down on the sofa to sleep.
"Cough cough cough..."
Half asleep in the early morning, Mo Wen heard a cough. After a few seconds of reaction, he became fully awake, got up, and went to the room to check her forehead temperature.
It's hot.
Seeing that she was still asleep and hadn't woken up, Mo Wen made a gentle movement, knowing that once she woke up, it would be difficult for her to fall back asleep.
Unable to take the medicine, he looked around but couldn't find any cooling patches for his forehead, so he took a new towel, wet it, and applied it to his forehead bit by bit.
The distinct touch woke Wen Zhuyao up groggily.
Suddenly, it was as if all sorts of things were superimposed.
Her head felt cool, her stomach felt hot, and her limbs felt weak and sore. If she hadn't opened her eyes and seen that the blankets hadn't been changed, Wen Zhuyao would have remembered how fluffy the blankets felt before she fell asleep.
Otherwise, she would think that someone had secretly replaced her quilt with a very heavy, thick cotton one.
It was so heavy it was suffocating.
The suppressed body can finally be released, and the pain rushes out from the cracks in the bones, as the body takes up a cold weapon and surveys the newly conquered territory.
Plant the flag and stand at the highest point to look out into the distance.
We finally got it, and finally it showed its abilities and power.
Well, this was just Wen Zhuyao's delirious fantasy and a way to comfort herself from her aching body.
"You're awake? Perfect timing to take your medicine, you had a fever." When Mo Wen returned, he saw her with her eyes open, staring blankly at the ceiling.
Wen Zhuyao forced herself to sit up, and the towel on her head slipped off. She reached out and caught it, saying, "I have a fever. I thought you were changing my blankets while I was sleeping."
"What, are you afraid I'll assassinate you?" Mo Wen pushed the water forward again, watching her take it and eat the medicine.
Okay, you guessed my thoughts, Wen Zhuyao closed her eyes guiltily.
Mo Wen went back to the living room, grabbed a chair, placed it by the bed, and sat down to watch her.
"I'm so sorry, I feel like I've troubled you so much. I came out to say goodbye, but I ended up causing you so much trouble." Wen Zhuyao took her medicine and lay back down.
They were all piled up together, timidly and hesitantly.
Mo Wen re-wetted the towel and placed it on her head. "It's okay, I'll go cook you something to eat, then you can go to sleep."
"Otherwise, if you consume too much energy and don't replenish it, you'll have a stomachache in the morning."
Mo Wen covered her ears with both hands in response to this situation: "It's you who's bothering me if you haven't rested well."
"Get some rest and don't overthink things. Call me if you need anything."
"I understand." Wen Zhuyao huddled under the covers, only her head peeking out. Her mind was foggy, whether from the fever or something else.
Seeing that she was in a better mood, Mo Wen handed her the phone and said, "Play for a while, then I'll go cook."
He got up, went to the refrigerator, found the remaining tomatoes and noodles, and cooked noodles for her.
Listening to the commotion outside, Wen Zhuyao took out her phone and searched for anyone online at 3 a.m. so she could bother them.
I didn't find the person, but I did see a message from Chi Nuo.
"You have menstrual cramps? How are you? I only found out because he asked me about it."
Are you alright?
"Luckily, he's close to you, so he's somewhat useful. I can only worry about you from afar."
Ten minutes later...
"Get some rest. I feel a little more at ease with someone around. Be sure to reply to me when you're all better."
Crying emoji...
Wen Zhuyao recalled the time; it seemed to be around the time she went downstairs to buy something. She replied that she was fine and would be better soon.
It made her worry.
She never expected things to turn out this way. Her schedule had been very stable before, which is why she felt comfortable agreeing to go out and have fun.
Otherwise, she would stay at home obediently for the next week and not go out.
At least her menstrual cramps weren't at their worst; as long as she lay down, the discomfort was minimized, and she was able to get through the first three days comfortably.
"I've never seen a fever and menstruation happen at the same time before. It's an indiscriminate attack on the whole body." Wen Zhuyao couldn't concentrate on anything, not even her favorite entertainment videos.
Alone, just rambling on and on.
Mo Wen put the noodles in the pan, and then casually washed the cutting board and knives. The sound was just loud enough to be heard, along with the speed at which the video scrolled by.
"Rest well after you finish eating. We can talk about playing games when you're feeling better." He dried his hands and put his things back in their place.
The noodles were scooped into a bowl that had been taken out beforehand and placed on a small, movable table.
Wen Zhuyao was a little embarrassed, not expecting her rambling to be overheard: "I know, I'm doing pretty well right now..."
"Okay, let me see how your appetite is." Mo Wen pushed the small table over, watched her finish eating, and then accompanied her to wash up.
I just took the empty bowl to wash.
After eating, there was a half-hour digestion time, but Wen Zhuyao still couldn't fall asleep. She chatted idly, one person inside and the other outside.
"Will you miss me?" Mo Wen asked, his back to the door, patiently wiping the water stains from the bowl. "I won't be by your side when I go back this time, but I can't stop all sorts of good friends from appearing later on."
Wen Zhuyao stared at the boundary between light and shadow, her head lowered: "Yes, I will not only miss you, I will also miss you."
"What are you missing? Days without any bad things?" Mo Wen was joking at first, but then he thought about it and realized that nothing good had happened on these last few trips.
Wen Zhuyao slowly scrolled down: "I miss the days when someone took care of me. Although I can manage on my own, who wouldn't like to be cared for?"
“Sit up straight, it’s not bedtime yet,” Mo Wen put his things away and lay back down on the sofa. “You have fifteen minutes left, hang in there.”
She stopped, sat up straight, and asked in confusion, "How did you know?"
Wen Zhuyao didn't think she made a loud noise, yet she managed to grab them all so accurately.
"I'm very familiar with the sound of fabric rubbing together." Mo Wen didn't want to be exposed, so he made up a random excuse to get by. There was a mirror in the kitchen reflecting light, and he had been watching her toss and turn from the beginning, to sitting up and fidgeting.
Wen Zhuyao really thought he was so omnipotent, so she honestly replied, "I won't do anything. Will you miss me? I feel like I should be the one asking this kind of question."
"I've been thinking about you." Mo Wen said truthfully, waiting for the other person's reaction.
That was a great answer, leaving Wen Zhuyao speechless. It felt like a conversation killer. How could she reply in a way that struck the right balance?
"Just kidding, I don't actually miss you." Mo Wen was lying, just like him.
Wen Zhuyao slid down smoothly, covered her head with the blanket, turned over and fell asleep peacefully, her movements silky smooth and without any hesitation.
As a result, it was retrieved again.
Mo Wen sat in the chair that had been taken from her, looking at her with a troubled expression: "I can't stand the truth, and I don't like the lies. There are still thirteen minutes left, so don't fall asleep."
"I won't sleep then." Wen Zhuyao sat up straight obediently, unable to shake off her drowsiness.
Mo Wen sighed and changed the subject: "I haven't asked you yet. The month is almost up. Aren't you going to give me an answer?"
"Maybe I should just go to sleep now."
Seeing his expression, Wen Zhuyao put on a smile and said, "Just kidding."
“I’ve been thinking about it. From a personal perspective, I’m very comfortable with and enjoy having someone around me, but from a future perspective…”
"I still need to think about it very carefully."
Her answer was exactly what Mo Wen expected; he hadn't anticipated receiving an answer so early.
Wen Zhuyao: "I will tell you this answer in a grand ceremony on the very last day."
She was just a little bit too impulsive to make a choice, and she wanted to use that impulse to offset her extra worries.
"Hmm, I hope someone doesn't turn into a cuckoo and fly away when their time comes." Mo Wen's suggestive words reached her ears.
It was an instantaneous realization.
Wen Zhuyao put her hands on her hips: "Of course I would never be a pigeon spirit."
It seems that she always moves very quickly when faced with genuine interactive moments.
"Yes, even if there's no pigeon spirit, there are little turtles, little rabbits, and groundhogs." Mo Wen's examples all had holes where they could hide.
Wen Zhuyao retorted, "Why can't you handle these things? I remember someone else who was just as bad."
"..."
And so the last ten minutes passed peacefully.
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