Yi Qingqing has done enough to prepare herself mentally, but it is different after all.

She didn't want to be so obsessed with love that it affected her study plans, but she still couldn't help thinking about him.

When I'm studying, it's fine as long as I'm fully focused, but when I have free time, I start to wonder what he's doing and miss him.

The next morning, the rain had not stopped and the whistle had not sounded. In the past, Yi Qingqing would have been too lazy to get out of bed and would have gone straight to the skill learning space for morning reading. After the morning reading, she would study for another hour or so, then get up to get a meal from the portable space and continue studying while lying down.

She could hide in the house alone to work, learn skills, and improve her skills. She would be busy all day long, without combing her hair, changing her clothes, and being sloppy. She would not even open the door, because no one would see her anyway.

But today, it was raining again and she didn't have to go out. She got up after reading early and dressed herself up. She tied her two braids very carefully and looked in the mirror several times to check her hairstyle and face.

I didn't just pick two pieces of clothes out of the box and put them on; I chose the colors carefully.

Finally, I looked at myself in the mirror again.

"Good, perfect!" Yi Qingqing pinched her fair and moist face and said with satisfaction.

Speaking of which, she didn't use any skin care products, and she hadn't even used vanishing cream for a long time. She had to thank Yun Guyuan for her face! It was from him that the effect of the Dali Yangyan Pills was signed.

It’s just that this palm-sized mirror is too small. No matter how hard she looks, she can’t see her entire image, let alone her upper body.

She never thought this was inconvenient before, but today she suddenly felt that she needed a bigger mirror.

She was so attentive, of course, not to admire it behind closed doors. After all, she had to take a look at him before she could continue studying with peace of mind!

After tidying herself up, she opened the door expectantly.

The door opposite was still tightly closed.

Haven’t you gotten up yet?

Yi Qingqing felt a little disappointed, but she quickly went to the stove to cook. However, she did not forget to open the window so that if the door opposite was opened, she would be the first to notice.

In the morning she planned to cook some vegetable porridge, which would be perfect with salted duck eggs and pickles sent from home.

While making a fire, she was wondering why she suddenly paid so much attention to him.

I open the door early and can't help but see if he's up. Why?

The final conclusion is that I just want to take a look at him.

See when he got up, what he wore this morning, whether he slept well last night...

The porridge was cooked, but the door opposite was still not opened.

Yi Qingqing brought her small stool for the first time in a long time, sat at the front door, and drank porridge there.

No matter how slowly you drink the porridge, you will eventually finish it.

The door opposite still didn't open.

Why hasn't he gotten up yet?

However, Yi Qingqing usually didn't pay attention to when Yun Guyuan got up when he was not at work, or whether he would open the door to check after getting up.

But most of the time, when she opened the door, the door opposite was always open, or opened very quickly.

Do you want to go knock on the door and see?

No, maybe he was just sleeping in? Maybe he was busy with other things in the house?

She herself doesn't want others to ask what she is doing or where she has been, because she has too many secrets and it is difficult to explain. She needs a lot of private space, so forget it.

Yi Qingqing sighed, closed the doors and windows, and went into the skill learning space to study.

Time passed quickly and it was noon. Yi Qingqing came out of the skill learning space, made lunch, and ate slowly. The door opposite was still not open.

Only then did she feel something was wrong.

She stood under the eaves and looked at the roof of the house opposite.

There is no smoke.

He hasn't cooked yet.

The rain hasn't stopped yet, Yun Guyuan must still be in the house.

What could be so busy that you don't even have lunch?

She walked back and forth in the room, but was still worried about him, so she decided to knock on the door.

In the dim room, Yun Guyuan lay on the kang, sleeping uneasily, with his brows furrowed, his forehead covered in cold sweat, and his lips pale.

Half asleep and half awake, I suddenly heard a knock on the door.

The first two sounds are fast, the last one is slow, neither light nor heavy, it's her.

Yun Guyuan opened his eyes, threw back the quilt and sat up, feeling a splitting headache.

He shook his head slightly, licked his cracked lips, walked to the door and unbolted it.

The door slowly opened, and a gentle light illuminated the room. A vivid figure warmed his heart, and he felt that his illness had dissipated a little.

Yi Qingqing was still thinking about what reasonable excuse she could come up with for knocking on the door, but when she saw his pale face, abnormal blush, and chapped lips, she forgot everything.

She stood on tiptoe and reached out to touch his forehead.

So hot!

"You have a fever! Why are you wearing so little? Go back to bed and lie down!"

Yi Qingqing now saw that he was only wearing a vest on the upper body. Although he revealed more than yesterday, she no longer had any romantic thoughts at all.

I just wondered how he could be so stupid that he didn't even say a word when he was sick.

Did she have a fever last night? If I had known she would say anything in the morning, I would have knocked on the door to check. Having a fever is not fun!

After she finished speaking, she saw Yun Guyuan still standing still, staring at her in a daze. She didn't know what he was thinking about, so she suddenly became anxious. Without saying a word, she grabbed his arm, dragged him into the room, pushed him to the edge of the kang, stuffed him into the quilt, and wrapped him up like a silkworm pupa.

If she wasn't afraid that he would lose face, she would have hugged him and thrown him into the **.

"Just lie down and I'll make you some brown sugar water and heat up the kang for you. Sweat it up and the cold will go away."

"Look, are you stupid? It must be because you didn't even change your clothes yesterday and just made ginger tea, so you caught a cold."

"Why didn't you tell me you were feeling unwell? How long are you going to hold on if I don't knock on the door?"

"And you're here to open the door wearing so little!"

"Your health is so important. If you get burned, I..."

Yi Qingqing kept muttering to herself without stopping the work in her hands.

After heating the kang, he went back to his room, got the thermos, made a bowl of hot brown sugar water, and brought it to Yun Guyuan's bedside.

"Drink something, your mouth is dry and your body is dehydrated. You need to replenish some water!"

Yun Guyuan pursed his lips and did not move.

"What's wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere else?" Yi Qingqing asked worriedly.

Yun Guyuan shook his head, "I don't have the strength."

"Then I'll feed you," Yi Qingqing said without any hesitation.

Being sick is a terrible thing for her and must not be neglected.