Chapter 27 The Sick Person
Taiyang and Jingrong had dinner outside and packed a bowl of porridge and some side dishes before heading to the dormitory under the moonlight. Dacheng was watching TV in the living room when they opened the door. His laughter filled every corner, but he stopped abruptly when he saw the two people at the door. Dacheng immediately stood up and ran to the door: "Brother, Jingrongxi, why are you here together?"
"Jingrong, come and see Zhilong." Taiyang changed his shoes and took the things from Jingrong's hand while asking Dacheng, "Have you had dinner?"
"I ate before going home." Dacheng paused and asked, "Is Zhilong at home? I don't think I saw him."
Jing Rong also changed his shoes and smiled faintly at Dacheng: "He feels a little unwell today and should be resting in his room. Can you please turn down the volume of the TV?"
"Oh, sorry, I didn't know Jiyong was here..." Dacheng scratched his head and quickly walked back to the TV to turn it off. He explained to the two of them, "There's a TV in the room too. I'll go back to the room and watch it."
"I brought some food, would you like some?"
"No, I just had a full meal." Dacheng smiled and asked, "How is Zhilong brother?"
"He said it's just a minor cold, so it shouldn't be a problem." Jing Rong took the insulated box from Taiyang again, "Which room is his?"
Taiyang pointed, and Jingrong nodded: "Then I'll go in."
"Well, go ahead."
Jingrong walked to Quan Zhilong's door, knocked, paused for two seconds, and then pushed the door open. When the door was closed again, Dacheng scratched his head and approached Taeyang curiously: "Brother Taeyang, Jingrongxi seems a little different today?"
Sun took a bottle of drink from the refrigerator and asked, "What's the difference?"
"I don't know, it just feels like...she's suddenly become much more humane and cares a lot about Jiyong?"
"They are boyfriend and girlfriend, so of course they would care if Jiyong was sick."
"But it feels different. Jing Rongxi used to be very polite to us, but now she's distant and a little unfamiliar. Can't you see that, brother?" Dacheng frowned. "Even though we're not familiar with each other, we're still Zhilong's friends and family after all. But Jing Rongxi's attitude before was no better than that of a stranger, and she didn't seem very warm to Zhilong either..."
Taiyang put his arm around Dacheng's shoulders and said, "Jingrong is a person who is cold on the outside but warm on the inside. Now that he's getting to know us, you need to stay calm."
Dacheng frowned and thought about it, but he couldn't figure it out, so he gave up: "Okay, maybe I'm really overthinking it."
When Jing Rong entered, Quan Zhilong was still sleeping soundly. Perhaps because the light was a little glaring, he unconsciously turned over, pulled up the quilt to cover his head and continued to sleep. Jing Rong did not wake him up immediately. He first changed the light to a soft bedside lamp, went into the bathroom to wash his hands, pulled over a stool, sat down beside Quan Zhilong's bed, and fiddled with the food he brought back. The aroma of the side dishes was too tempting. Quan Zhilong didn't eat much at noon, and he was indeed hungry at this time. Seeing him stretching unconsciously, Jing Rong leaned over and patted his quilt: "Honey, get up and eat something."
Quan Zhilong was still not awake. He smelled the fragrance and heard his girlfriend's voice, thinking it was just a dream. He hugged Jingrong and rubbed his face against her neck for a few times. Only then did he realize something was wrong. Her skin was warm... Quan Zhilong finally opened his eyes and saw Jingrong's softened eyebrows. He was still a little dazed: "Jingrong..."
Jing Rong smiled, kissed him lightly between the eyebrows, and said softly: "Get up, I brought you some porridge."
After waking up, it felt more like a dream. It's not that he has never seen gentle women, but G-Dragon has never seen such a gentle girlfriend. In the past, Xue Jingrong was a favored girl and never knew how to write the word gentle. Jingrong's coldness made her even more insulated from the word gentle. Jingrong seemed to be so gentle to him like today, which was something he had never imagined before.
Jing Rong didn't know that Quan Zhilong was moved to tears by her sudden tenderness. She struggled to get up, but Quan Zhilong hugged her even tighter, and then kissed her all over. After about half a minute, Quan Zhilong finally woke up completely. His lips reluctantly left Jing Rong's, and then he thought of another question: "What if I catch a cold from you?"
Jing Rong raised his eyebrows, so what?
Quan Zhilong was the first to complain: "You should have refused just now."
If Big Brother refuses, are you sure your fragile heart can handle it? Jing Rong said nothing, but the teasing in his eyes was clear. He reached out and patted Quan Zhilong on the back: "Even if you catch a cold, it's not your fault, okay."
"You shouldn't blame me in the first place. It's you who couldn't resist the temptation." Even the sick Long Ge couldn't forget his tsundere attitude, but after thinking it over, he offered a sympathetic response. "But if you really do catch a cold, I'll condescend to take care of you." The more he thought about it, the better he thought this was. His girlfriend was sick, so who else would take care of her besides him? And since each person got sick once, it was fair.
Slowly, Brother Long went from imagining his girlfriend being sick to imagining his girlfriend being weak and dependent on him. However, Jing Rong suddenly stood up and left his arms. Quan Zhilong instinctively reached out and grabbed her: "What are you doing?"
Jing Rong said seriously: "Go take a cold shower."
Quan Zhilong's eyes lit up immediately: "Hey, seeing how pitiful you look, even if you're not sick, I'll still generously take care of you for once. You don't have to take a cold shower."
Jing Rong nodded, and with a little force on his hands, he tried to pull the man up, saying, "Get up and eat something first, the porridge is getting cold."
"What kind of porridge?"
"Millet and fish porridge, it is said to be good for colds." Jing Rong reached out to help Quan Zhilong put up his pillow so that he could lean against the head of the bed more comfortably. Then he took the thermal box and opened the lid. A stream of hot air mixed with fragrance came out. Jing Rong tasted it with a spoon without any hesitation and was about to put the lunch box in Quan Zhilong's hand, "Drink it quickly, the temperature is just right..." He stopped talking halfway because someone opened his mouth very consciously.
Jing Rong paused, then scooped half a spoonful of porridge and handed it over. The fish meat mixed with the aroma of rice slid down his throat, and the warmth rising from his stomach spread to every corner of his body. Quan Zhilong was suddenly moved. It might be because he was sick that he was rarely vulnerable. After more than ten years of struggle, he had never felt as warm as he did today. Men, who doesn't want someone to take care of him when he is sick? Maybe he can do everything in front of others, but some things are obviously very painful, but he has to pretend that nothing is wrong. Now there is finally a place where he can take off all his strength.
Sometimes it's okay to be a little weak, because there are people who tolerate her and even offer her not-so-broad shoulders for you to lean on. At this moment, G-Dragon was deeply moved.
Quan Zhilong didn't say anything, but opened and closed his mouth silently, as if he was savoring the food wholeheartedly. Jingrong didn't bother to speak either, and matched Quan Zhilong's movements by passing him spoonfuls of porridge, unexpectedly creating a warm and tacit atmosphere. However, in a blink of an eye, a large bowl, enough for two or three people, was gone. Quan Zhilong drank most of it without any reaction and continued to open his mouth, but Jingrong stopped, frowned, and asked, "Isn't it enough?"
"You brought it here yourself and fed it with your own hands, how could it be enough?"
Jing Rong said helplessly: "If you really like it so much, I will bring it to you next time. Eating too much at night is not good for sleep."
Quan Zhilong nodded: "Okay, but you have to do it yourself next time."
"As long as you can eat it." Jing Rong nodded indifferently. While cleaning up the lunch box, Quan Zhilong opened his mouth again, "Baby, give me one last sip."
Jingrong cooperated and handed over the spoon. Before he could take it back, the door of the room was pushed open, accompanied by Shengli's cheerful voice: "Brother Zhilong, I heard that you were sick, I came to see..." The voice stopped abruptly when he saw the situation in the room. Shengli clapped his hands a little unnaturally: "Ah, sister-in-law is here too, I'm sorry for disturbing you..."
Captain Quan said with a thick nasal voice: "What do you think?"
Jing Rong stood up and said, "No, come in if you have something to say." Sometimes Victory is still useful. For example, when Captain Quan is clingy, it is convenient for Jing Rong to leave with Victory around.
It was rare for Seungri to be welcomed so warmly by Jingrong, so he naturally wouldn't miss it. He walked into the house, rubbing his hands, and sat in the seat Jingrong had taken before. He smiled and said, "Oh, Brother Zhilong is so happy even when he's sick. His sister-in-law even feeds him with her own hands..."
These words touched Captain Quan's heart. Quan Zhilong's eyes and eyebrows were all rippled, but he forced himself to pretend that he didn't care: "As a girlfriend, this is what I should do."
Jing Rong had already cleaned the table quickly and picked up his bag without stopping for a second: "Victory, please take care of your brother tonight."
G-Dragon was surprised: "You're leaving?" This sounded a bit unbelievable. Captain Kwon originally thought that Jingrong would come at this time, and it meant that she would stay overnight, so he was a little caught off guard when he saw her picking up the bag.
"Well, it's getting late." Jing Rong took two steps forward, bent down and kissed Quan Zhilong on the cheek, and said, "I'll come to see you early tomorrow."
"Who asked you to come tomorrow?" Quan Zhilong said, holding Jingrong, "Stay here today. What if I have a high fever again tonight and my condition gets worse?"
Jing Rong started her daily routine of brushing up on Brother Long. Today's favorability value has exceeded her expectations, so she is leaving so casually. Of course, even if the favorability value is not brushed up so smoothly, she will not choose to stay overnight. This is not a question of being reserved or not, but Jing Rong feels that there is no need to torture herself like this. It is not an emergency yet. At this pace, she can complete the task within a year. It is completely fine for her to be lazy.
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