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Shen Anxia had little strength, but Yang Zheng grabbed the hand that was burning hot.
"Yang Zheng." Shen Anxia's throat hurt terribly, but thankfully she wasn't hoarse. "Don't go yet, I don't want to be alone."
"Then I'll take you to the hospital." Yang Zheng started getting clothes for Shen Anxia.
"Yang Zheng." Shen Anxia pulled him again.
“I’m here.” Yang Zheng pulled her hand back again.
"I'm not going to the hospital. I'm just too tired this week, and I've been under a lot of pressure. Also, I'm afraid of needles. If I go to the hospital, they'll definitely draw blood. Please promise me you won't go."
"But……"
"You won't agree?" Shen Anxia's eyes welled up with tears.
Seeing her like this, Yang Zheng sat back down next to her and said, "Okay, then I'll pour you a glass of water."
"Mmm." Shen Anxia then let go of him.
Yang Zheng went back to the living room, poured half a glass of boiling water, and then picked up the warm water on the dining table and added some more.
Shen Anxia struggled to sit up and leaned against the headboard, shivering from the cold. Yang Zheng helped her drink some water and looked at her thermometer: 39.2 degrees Celsius.
His brow furrowed: "Anxia, you have to go to the hospital with this temperature."
Shen Anxia frowned, her eyes somewhat unfocused: "You promised you wouldn't go to the hospital, you have to keep your word."
Seeing her like this, Yang Zheng said helplessly, "Anxia, let's go to the hospital to buy some fever reducer, instead of getting an injection?"
"If only there were delivery services that could sell medicine," Shen Anxia said, revealing a rare vulnerability. "I want you to stay with me; I don't want to go to the hospital."
Upon hearing this, Yang Zheng suddenly thought of a solution: "An Xia, where are you feeling unwell? I'll order takeout and ask the deliveryman to bring over some fever reducer."
"My throat hurts, and my whole body aches." Shen Anxia curled up in Yang Zheng's arms.
Yang Zheng quickly took out his phone, made a note, and placed the order. He checked the time and knew it would take at least 50 minutes to arrive.
"Shall I wipe your face to cool you down?" Yang Zheng asked again.
"It's so cold, I don't want to wipe myself." Shen Anxia shrank back into the blanket.
Yang Zheng helped her up again: "Sweetie, cool down a bit. Lean against me, I'll be right back."
He took a towel, soaked it in cold water, and went back into the bedroom to wipe Shen Anxia's face, neck, and exposed arms. Shen Anxia shivered from the cold.
After wiping it several times, Yang Zheng felt that the temperature had dropped slightly.
Are you feeling better?
Shen Anxia nodded: "Yang Zheng, you should take a rest."
Yang Zheng sighed, realizing that she was afraid to trouble him even while she was sick. He sat down beside her, turned her body so that she could lean against his shoulder.
Shen Anxia leaned almost all her strength on Yang Zheng. In just a few minutes, her forehead became hot again, and the burning heat of every inch of Shen Anxia's skin against Yang Zheng's chest was transmitted to Yang Zheng through her pajamas.
Yang Zheng was at a loss. She could feel Shen Anxia trembling, but she was afraid that if she held her tighter, the heat would get worse.
"We can't do this, Anxia. Let me wipe your back and legs again." Yang Zheng helped Shen Anxia lean against the headboard, quickly wet a towel and went back to wipe her face, neck and arms again, but hesitated when he wanted to wipe her back.
“Anxia,” Yang Zheng carefully chose his words, “would you like to lie down? I’ll help you wipe your back.”
"No need, Yang Zheng. You rarely come all this way, and instead of relaxing, you have to help me move and take care of me right now," Shen Anxia said groggily.
"What nonsense are you talking about? I'm your boyfriend. Your temperature is too high right now, and it's easy for other problems to occur. I have to cool you down. Don't be angry." Yang Zheng stopped trying to reason with her, picked her up and made her lie face down. He lifted the top of her pajamas at a certain angle and wiped her back with his face turned to the side. After wiping her back seven or eight times, Yang Zheng touched her lower back and it wasn't so hot anymore. He then rolled up the legs of her pajama pants and wiped her legs. He also touched her feet, which were ice-cold to the touch.
"Anxia, why don't you wipe your chest yourself?"
Shen Anxia did feel less cold after wiping herself, so she obediently sat up, took the towel, and wiped her chest.
"Are you feeling any better?" Yang Zheng put away the towel.
"Um."
Yang Zheng touched her forehead, which seemed to have cooled down a bit, and then took out a thermometer to take her temperature.
“Yang Zheng,” Shen Anxia called to him.
"I am here."
"I want to sleep for a while, you should go and sleep for a while too."
Yang Zheng was taken aback for a moment, then went along with her and said, "Then I'll stay by your bedside."
"I'm fine. It was the same last time. It got better quickly." Shen Anxia's voice was slightly nasal.
Yang Zheng didn't say anything more, but sat down on the edge of the bed and pulled the blanket over her.
After checking the time, Yang Zheng said to An Xia, "An Xia, take out the thermometer so I can see it."
Shen Anxia was so sleepy that she could barely speak: "Help me get it."
Yang Zheng: "..."
Yang Zheng unbuttoned the top button of Shen Anxia's pajamas, carefully lifted Shen Anxia's arm to get the thermometer, and saw that it read 38.8 degrees Celsius.
He sighed softly, then checked his food delivery order on his phone; the delivery rider would arrive in five minutes.
After tucking the blanket around Shen Anxia, Yang Zheng went to the living room to get the medicine.
He suddenly remembered what Liu Shanshan had said: An Xia had been sick for a week. Given how afraid she was of going to the hospital, she must have endured it all by herself for a week.
Yang Zheng felt a sharp pain in his heart, and his brows furrowed tightly.
The rider arrived very quickly, just as expected.
Yang Zheng took the medicine and paid for it: "Thank you, but my girlfriend is sick and it's inconvenient for me to go out."
The rider quickly said, "You're welcome, but you gave me too much, and I don't have any change!"
"No need to look anymore, thank you very much."
Yang Zheng took the medicine and poured a glass of warm water. He walked to the bedside and called out, "Anxia, get up and take your medicine." Then he helped her sit up a little.
Shen Anxia had been in a semi-conscious state, and even after taking the medicine, she still wanted to sleep. She felt that Yang Zheng would be kept up by her for a long time, so she apologized and said, "Don't worry this time, the fever will go down soon after taking the medicine."
Yang Zheng nodded.
Shen Anxia couldn't help but complain, "But it would be great if there were a food delivery service that could deliver medicine directly to customers."
"It'll be soon. In less than two years, we'll have medicine delivery services," Yang Zheng asked. "Want to sleep a little longer?"
"Mmm." After lying down, Shen Anxia quickly fell asleep again.
When she opened her eyes again, she saw Yang Zheng sitting on the stool at her dressing table, holding her hand in one hand and resting his forehead on the other, fast asleep.
She was now covered in sweat and no longer felt drowsy. She picked up her phone and checked the time; it was past 3 a.m. In a little over three hours, it would be dawn.
Yang Zheng woke up immediately upon hearing the noise. Seeing that Shen Anxia was also awake, he quickly touched her forehead and asked, "How are you feeling?"
"Yang Zheng..." Shen Anxia wanted to tell him to go back to sleep, but she felt he wouldn't agree. But sitting like this all night must be exhausting.
"What's wrong?" Yang Zheng noticed her odd behavior.
Shen Anxia suddenly realized that the person in front of her was her boyfriend. She swallowed back the words she was about to say to him to rest, and instead said, "I'm afraid I might have a fever again..."
"Huh?" Yang Zheng didn't understand.
"So, will you stay by my side and stay with me?"
Yang Zheng gave her a reassuring look: "I'll always be with you, go to sleep."
This person completely misunderstood what I meant.
Shen Anxia put it more bluntly: "It'll be dawn in three hours, why don't you sleep on this half of the bed for a while?"
Yang Zheng was taken aback at first, then asked, "An Xia, do you know what you're saying?"
Yang Zheng thought she was delirious from the fever.
Shen Anxia thought for a moment and said, "Either you go to the living room and get some sleep, or you can squeeze into this half of the bed. I'm just lending you half the bed, so don't overthink it. Choose for yourself."
Do we even need to choose?
Yang Zheng smiled, a rare sight for him that night: "Alright, thank you for lending me your bed, Miss Anxia."
He thought to himself, "So this is what Anxia looks like when she's sick."
This is completely different from her usual self-disciplined and proper manners.
He lay down next to Shen Anxia, lying there like a stiff mummy, but still holding Shen Anxia's hand and saying, "Sleep! I'm here."
Shen Anxia's lips curled up slightly.
When Yang Zheng woke up, it was already dawn.
Looking at Shen Anxia sleeping beside him, Yang Zheng touched her forehead. Her temperature had returned to normal, but seeing that she was sleeping soundly, Yang Zheng didn't move. After a while, he fell asleep again.
When I opened my eyes again, it was almost 10 a.m.
Shen Anxia was already facing the other side, her long, thick hair spread out on Yang Zheng's arms and chest.
Yang Zheng was concerned that the air conditioning heating system was still not working and that all the equipment in the house needed to be tested. Also, Shen Anxia hadn't eaten much last night, so he thought it would be best if she drank some porridge when she woke up. He wanted to get up quietly so that she could sleep a little longer.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he sat up, Shen Anxia leisurely turned around and looked at Yang Zheng.
Yang Zheng paused as he was about to get out of bed: "Did I wake you up?"
"Are you going out?" Shen Anxia asked, observing his movements.
"I want to make you some porridge. Are you still feeling unwell?" Yang Zheng then lay down next to her.
Seeing his extremely natural movement, Shen Anxia blushed slightly: "My throat still hurts a little."
"Do you want to sleep some more?" Yang Zheng stroked Chen Anxia's hair.
"You've slept enough, let's get up." Shen Anxia sat up, and Yang Zheng got up as well.
Seeing the girl's face flushed as red as a pomegranate, Yang Zheng couldn't help but chuckle. This girl must have been delirious with fever to say something like "borrow a bed," and she must be regretting it now.
However, time was tight, and Yang Zheng didn't have time to think too much. He got up and made a simple porridge. After Shen Anxia had eaten enough, he started to deal with the various equipment in the rented room. He called a repairman to fix the air conditioner, and then checked the water pipes, electrical circuits, floor heating, and doors and windows. Then, he took it upon himself to change the lock for Shen Anxia.
Shen Anxia felt that he was really meticulous and thorough, quick and decisive. Although he was a young nobleman, he did not have any extravagant or decadent lifestyle habits. In fact, he always lived seriously with an independent attitude. Moreover, he was good at everything, which was completely different from the delicate male classmates in her class and the arrogant male colleagues in the dance troupe.
After receiving the key, Shen Anxia generously gave Yang Zheng a key: "You can come directly on weekends from now on."
Yang Zheng took the key, feeling a surge of emotion. Looking back on the past few years, he was grateful for the guidance his intuition had given him, allowing him and Shen Anxia to have such a good start and process.
Perhaps he had encountered unprecedented setbacks in the past six months, but at this moment, having Shen Anxia in his life was enough.
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