Looks like I'm sick.

Lin Sitian touched her sweaty forehead. She didn't feel hot. She even felt a little cold. However, her body was hot and uncomfortable. Her head was dizzy and she couldn't think of anything except one thought: she seemed to be sick.

"Tiantian, what's wrong with you?" Wei Jiayin, who was standing by, noticed something and couldn't help but show concern. "Your lips are pale and it's not hot today, so why are you sweating all over?"

Lin Sitian shook her head. "I don't feel well. I should be fine after a rest. Please help me answer any questions the teacher has."

"If you are not feeling well, go back to the dormitory. You will catch a cold if you sleep here, Tiantian? Tiantian..."

Wei Jiayin's voice gradually subsided, and Lin Sitian seemed to be immersed in water, and all the sounds around her became blurred and low.

She didn't know how long it had been until a familiar voice in the dimness parted the water curtain in the silence, and she suddenly felt her whole body relax from the feeling of emptiness and powerlessness.

"How long has she been like this?"

It’s Zhou Sheng.

"She became like this halfway through the morning class. She lay on the table and couldn't be moved. I touched her forehead and it was warm."

Zhou Sheng leaned over and touched her sweaty forehead, frowned, and patted her face gently, "Lin Sitian? Wake up, Lin Sitian——"

She wanted to open her eyes and respond to him, but she was so tired that she didn't even know if she was dreaming.

Zhou Sheng pulled up the unconscious Lin Sitian on the table and said to Wei Jiayin, "Help me, I'll carry her to the school doctor."

"Is it so serious?" Wei Jiayin panicked.

"It's too hot, I'm not conscious, it's better to go see the next one."

"good."

I don’t know how much time had passed, but Lin Sitian felt that she had a little more strength. When she opened her eyes, she saw a white room.

On the seat next to her, Zhou Sheng was crossing his legs and looking down at the tablet. His eyes were not as focused as usual. The next second, he raised his head and glanced at the IV bottle next to her.

Lin Sitian wanted to speak, but when she opened her mouth, no sound came out because her throat was dry.

But it didn't matter that there was no sound, because Zhou Sheng's eyes paused and he noticed that she had woken up from her sick state.

The thick cloud on his face lightened a little, and he leaned over. "Are you awake? How do you feel?"

She opened her mouth again and squeezed out a duck-like voice from her throat: "Thirsty."

Zhou Sheng poured her some water, helped her up and let her drink some, then helped her lie back down.

"...Where is this?" Lin Sitian said weakly, "It's not the school infirmary."

"The hospital, the school doctor asked us to come here, they can't give us an IV there."

"oh."

"You said in the morning that you would let me book a seat for the evening after you've made up your mind, but you never got back to me. So I called you during the break and Wei Jiayin answered the phone. She said you were sick. You too, why were you still sleeping in the classroom if you weren't feeling well—" Zhou Sheng kept nagging about what happened in the morning while reaching out to take her forehead temperature. Halfway through his words, he realized that the person in front of him had closed her eyes and was unresponsive again.

Fell asleep.

When Lin Sitian woke up again, she smelled the fragrance of food.

She moved her body, and the touch of silk against her skin made her realize that she might have moved again. She took a deep breath and smelled the familiar scent of ebony and agarwood on the quilt.

The taste of Zhou Sheng.

The kitchen was steaming hot. Egg custard was heating in the steamer and bubbles were bubbling in the casserole. Zhou Sheng stirred the casserole repeatedly with a wooden spatula and did not notice someone walking in behind him.

She gently held his waist.

"I'm hungry." Lin Sitian muttered pitifully.

Zhou Sheng's heartbeat paused for a moment, then resumed beating even faster than at the beginning.

He freed one hand and touched the back of his hand at his waist. "It should be ready to eat, but it needs to cool down a bit. Go wash your face first."

Before she could reply, Zhou Sheng noticed the bare feet on the ground from the corner of his eye, and frowned slightly, "Tiantian, why aren't you wearing shoes?"

Lin Sitian clung to him like a koala, not moving, "There's nothing at the bedside."

"I put it out," Zhou Sheng turned off the fire, turned around and held her waist, "Didn't you look at the other side?"

"If you're not wearing anything, then you're not wearing anything..." She huddled into his arms, "I'm sleepy."

Zhou Sheng didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "You're either thirsty or hungry, and now you're sleepy. You're such a typical patient, and you're walking around the house in slippers. Are you trying to piss me off?"

The head buried in his chest nodded shamelessly.

Zhou Sheng sighed and simply picked her up. The moment he stood up, he caught a glimpse of her triumphant smile as she looked up.

Zhou Sheng, who couldn't do anything about her, curled his lips and said, "Are you satisfied?"

The "Koala" didn't say anything, but rubbed against his neck.

Patients are clingy to begin with, and Lin Sitian is even clingier when she is a patient.

She said she lacked security.

Zhou Sheng carried her to the bedroom, "Put on an extra layer of clothes, wash your face and eat. I cooked you some mushroom and pork rib porridge, as well as egg custard. It has carbohydrates, fats and protein, and is easy to digest. Even if it doesn't suit your taste, eat a little."

"Whatever you want to eat, I can eat a cow alive now," Lin Sitian has always had a good appetite and never hides anything in front of him. Even if she is a patient, there is no need for her to pretend to be weak. Anyway, when she wants to act coquettishly, Zhou Sheng will take the initiative to respond. He himself said that he likes Lin Sitian because she is her.

Zhou Sheng sneered, "That's not necessary. I'll just provoke you."

"When did you learn to make these things?"

"Cook porridge? I don't know how."

"But you didn't make those in the kitchen?"

"I made it, but I don't know how to make it. I just learned it." Zhou Sheng put her on the edge of the bed, squatted down and picked up a slipper. "It's not difficult. There are many recipes on the Internet now. How to process it and how many minutes it will take are all written very clearly. Just follow the steps. If you really don't understand, I will read a few more articles and make a comprehensive summary."

Lin Sitian's eyes sparkled with stars, she smiled, touched Zhou Sheng's face and said, "My little Zhou baby is an all-rounder."

Zhou Sheng had just lowered his head to put on her slippers. Without looking up, Lin Sitian had already anticipated his reaction. At least at this moment, the tips of his ears were red as if they were bleeding.

It's been so long, and she was obviously just praising him - compared to Zhou Sheng's superior conditions, Lin Sitian felt that what she cherished most was Zhou Sheng's personality. He was serious but not stubborn, gentle but powerful, firm but reserved, but the slightest splash between them would stir up ripples in him that would last for a long time.

This was her treasure and she didn't want to share it with anyone.

She reached out and pinched his ears, which felt as hot as branding.

Zhou Sheng didn't say much, he just looked at her a few more times. In this light, Lin Sitian couldn't tell whether Zhou Sheng's face was blushing or not. Anyway, his breathing was disordered. He pursed his lips for a moment, then leaned over, lowered his head, and kissed her brow.

With his lips pressed against her eyelids, Zhou Sheng whispered, "You're really worrying."

Lin Sitian moved her eyelids and simply pursed her lips, "Mouth."

He kissed the corners of her eyes and eyebrows a few more times before sliding down and kissing her lips.

Lin Sitian had just recovered from a serious illness. Logically, she should be thirsty and hungry and have no interest at all. However, for some reason, Zhou Sheng always managed to inadvertently arouse her little thoughts, and every time she wanted to eat up her boyfriend.

Of course, she didn't really want to hit a home run now, after all, she didn't have enough physical strength, but getting a taste of the food was a good way to recover.

When her hands stroked his relaxed chest along the unbuttoned shirt, Zhou Sheng was a little unsteady.

He pulled his tongue out of her mouth and held her wrist again, "Get up and eat porridge first."

"The porridge isn't cold yet."

Lin Sitian hooked her other arm and grabbed Zhou Sheng, who was trying to get up from her, and he was unable to move forward or backward for a while.

He had no choice but to lean over and kiss her again. He didn't know if it was to divert his attention, but he said distractedly: "Wei Jiayin said that you have been reviewing until very late recently. Today you also got up early in the morning to memorize words and caught a cold in the wind."

Lin Sitian closed her eyes and accepted his kiss. "I have to take the Level 4 exam. I want to do well in it so that I can take the Level 6 exam next year. It will be easier to do anything with the Level 6 certificate."

He stopped and said, "Then don't stay up late. You can ask me if you have any questions besides memorizing words."

"Oh? Our Peking University Mathematics Department genius hasn't fallen behind in English yet?"

Zhou Sheng tapped her forehead and said, "What are you thinking? You have to study English in your first and second years in the mathematics department."

"I'm a patient, and you're hitting me!" She pretended to cover her head, "It's no good, the love is gone, I've murdered my wife--"

Zhou Sheng suddenly froze and subconsciously touched his ear, "You really can say anything."

"Then you refute me?" She wanted to see Zhou Sheng's reaction as he blushed and struggled with the word "wife".

Look at him now, he looks so flustered, and the way he pinches his earlobe with his fingertips is so cute.

"No."

"Not what?"

“…Love is not gone.”

oh.

——Huh?

Has the focus been lost?

"So," Lin Sitian tilted her head and asked, "you won't refute the rest?"

Zhou Sheng thought for a second and nodded, "Refute, I have no intention of murder."

This time it was Lin Sitian's turn to suddenly feel ashamed, as if she had sent herself to the bed and the other person had taken advantage of her.

no.

"How can you be so shameless? Who is your wife?"

Zhou Sheng raised a smile, lowered his head, and lay beside her face like a cat.

"Didn't you say that?"

She curled her lips and said stubbornly: "I didn't."

"So what's in your phone contacts?"

Lin Sitian hesitated for a moment, then turned pale with fear: "Why are you peeking at my phone contacts?"

"I didn't see it."

"How can you know if you haven't seen it?" Is she confessing herself?

Sure enough, this kind of thing is about who is more embarrassed. Zhou Sheng laughed and fell to the side, hooking her nose with his knuckles and said, "Wei Jiayin told me."

Wei! Jia! Yin! Great, you traitor.

"I called you, but you were sick and unresponsive. Wei Jiayin saw the words 'future husband' on the phone and answered it for you."

"Ahhh, stop talking—"

Why do those four words sound so shameful now!

She was just bewildered. She just changed the name for fun that day. Normally, they communicated through voice calls, and she had completely forgotten about it during the few times they talked on the phone.

She covered her ears and closed her eyes, as if she couldn't bear to hear him teasing her.

"Okay, Tiantian, just write it. I know it anyway." Zhou Sheng propped himself up and pulled her hand away.

Unexpectedly, Lin Sitian suddenly opened her eyes and asked him directly, "Are you that?"

Zhou Sheng was outmaneuvered and was stunned for a moment.

"If you think this is a joke, I'll find someone else."

"It's me." He raised his hand and coughed lightly, "It's me, that's me."

Lin Sitian's expression of sadness just now suddenly turned into a playful smile. She stretched out her finger and touched her lips: "Hubby, kiss me."

Zhou Sheng covered his face with one hand in frustration. How did this guy look like a sick person?

"Not rigorous enough, right? Then... kiss from your future husband?"

A heart-pounding kiss suddenly fell.

He really couldn't do anything with her.

It was so in the past and it will be so in the future.

…

…

As the two were reluctant to part, the phone in Zhou Sheng's pocket began to vibrate.

Lin Sitian took it out and took a look: "It's my aunt."

The aunt that Lin Sitian mentioned only refers to one person to both of them, and that is Zhou Sheng's mother.

Zhou Sheng raised his head from Lin Sitian's neck, "By the way, she said she missed you and wanted to video chat with both of us tonight."

"But she was still buying clothes for me and sending pictures for me to choose a few days ago." Lin Si smiled sweetly.

"Elder," he sat up and straightened his messy shirt a little, "You take it. I'll go get you some porridge first."

"Well, I'm not dressed up—"

Zhou Sheng: "My mom has seen so much of you, don't be too obsessed with being an idol."

"What? Zhou Sheng, wait a minute—Zhou Sheng!!"

As he spoke, Zhou Sheng had already quickly abandoned his comrades.

To be honest, Zhou Sheng's personality is more similar to his father's. Both of them were serious and reserved. The father and son could sit silently for two hours alone and still feel at ease. It was only after he met Lin Sitian that he was gradually trained to be able to interact with others. However, his mother Lin Yuyan is a chatterbox who is cold on the outside but warm on the inside. Especially at this age, when her children are not around, she is good at nagging, and sometimes he can't defend himself. But it doesn't matter if he can't defend himself. Tiantian is a social expert, and things he is not good at should be left to people who are good at them.

As a result, I had only taken a few steps out of the room when I heard two people chatting behind me.

[Hey, baby, what's wrong with you? Why do you look so bad?]

"Auntie - I'm sick." She was trying to make excuses for her miserable appearance.

[Why are you sick? Didn’t I tell you a few days ago to wear more clothes in the weather? Didn’t my silly son take good care of you?]

Lin Sitian nodded quickly, "That's him, that's him!"

[I knew it! If you are sick, just take a good rest. Let him come over. I must have a good talk with him. He must be so focused on studying that he doesn’t even care about you. How can he be a boyfriend——]

Zhou Sheng paused in his tracks.

This time, the decision seems to have been wrong.

He was both amused and confused.

...Whose biological mother is this?