Ning Qiluo let his hand rest on her forehead and stood still.
He put it in his pocket because his hands were wet and a little cold.
I warmed her up before checking the temperature of her forehead.
After he removed his hand, Ning Qiluo said, "The fever is gone, I can feel it."
After saying that, she looked up at him, "Did you know I was sick before you came? Did Fuzai tell you? Actually, you didn't need to come, I'm fine..."
"They've arrived."
Jiang Yingchi took her hand.
Her hand was held in his palm; it was so small, as if she was small in every way to him. She silently followed him, and was led to sit on a high stool outside the kitchen counter.
"Wait a little longer, it will be ready soon."
After saying that, he turned around and went back to the kitchen counter.
Ning Qiluo didn't know when Jiang Yingchi arrived, nor did she know who carried her out of the hospital. She slept very soundly that night, because she hadn't slept so soundly in a long time, so she didn't even know how she got back.
Watching Jiang Yingchi skillfully operate the kitchen counter, I realized for the first time that he could cook.
However, the food was all bland, and she didn't feel any appetite for it.
"Jiang Yingchi, did Fu Zai tell you I was sick? Where is Fu Zai?"
He didn't reply.
"Jiang Yingchi, did you really come to see me?"
He still didn't reply.
"Jiang Yingchi, when did you come to Hong Kong?" she asked again and again, tirelessly, regardless of whether he paid any attention to her.
Until he turned around and looked at her.
When their eyes met, Ning Qiluo's gaze remained fixed on him.
He brought over a bowl of clear soup. "Drink it."
"I don't want to drink it, it's too bland."
"drink."
"oh."
She hesitantly took the bowl, and as if relying on it, asked, "Is it hot?"
The bowl was insulated, so she couldn't feel the heat while holding it, but steam was rising from it. Yet she still insisted on asking.
His dark eyes looked at her. "It's not hot. It's cooled down a bit. It's perfect to drink now."
Ning Qiluo's eyelashes curved into a smile. "Thank you."
She drank the hot drink.
The soup had a hint of fishy flavor, and there was a meatball at the bottom, which was probably a fish ball. She, who usually had no appetite for bland food, was whetted by this soup.
He made two dishes and a bowl of fish ball soup.
Ning Qiluo only ate some dishes because Jiang Yingchi didn't eat, and she lost her appetite as she ate alone.
After she put down the bowl, Jiang Yingchi took it away. "Feeling better? If you feel better, rest for a while and then go wash up."
"And what about you?" she asked quickly.
"Pack up and leave."
A big shot who was extremely busy came all the way to cook her a meal for her and take care of her. Although she didn't know why he came, Ning Qiluo felt very good about being cared for by him.
This kind of concern is different from the concern shown by family members.
At least in a different sense.
However, when he said he was leaving, Ning Qiluo couldn't hold back anymore.
She held his hand, and said in a soft yet slightly hoarse voice, "Don't be angry..."
"I'm not angry."
"You're just angry."
"No."
Ning Qiluo looked at him, pouting repeatedly, looking a little aggrieved, but actually she wasn't aggrieved, it was just that her expression made her look a little aggrieved.
She slowly moved closer to him, took his arm, and said again, "You really shouldn't be angry..."
Jiang Yingchi looked down at her.
She took his arm and pressed herself against him, very close.
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