Tang Miao was indeed crying.
So she was startled when she heard the door opening next door. While she was stunned, He Xiao's footsteps sounded outside, and soon he came to the door of her dormitory and knocked.
There was a knock on the door from outside. The darkness could magnify one's senses, especially in the quieter mountain area at night. He Xiao's knock was not loud, but it was loud enough for her to hear. When he knocked on the door, Tang Miao came back to her senses. She lay on the bed and looked towards the door and asked.
"What's wrong?"
Tang Miao's voice has a strong nasal tone.
After she asked this, He Xiao was silent outside the door for a while, then he asked: "Can I come in?"
After He Xiao asked, Tang Miao's eyelashes moved as she looked towards the door. She retracted her gaze, looked up at the bed board above her head, and did not speak for a while.
Tang Miao feels very uncomfortable now.
When people are sick, both their body and mind are particularly vulnerable. Tang Miao had just woken up from a dream, and the headache, fever, and difficulty breathing accumulated, making her cry unconsciously.
After the tears fell, not only was the will weakened by the illness unable to resist, but it also sensitively filled the consciousness with all other negative and bad things.
The chaos and darkness make people depressed, and tears cannot be stopped.
Originally, Tang Miao was just going to cry silently for a while, but in the end, because of her nasal congestion, she had two short hiccups due to shortness of breath.
She didn't take it seriously at first. After all, it was so late, He Xiao should be asleep. And she cried so softly that He Xiao probably wouldn't hear it.
What she didn't expect was that just as she finished hiccuping, He Xiao pushed the door open and came out.
Not only did he push the door open, he also came to her dormitory door, knocked on her door, and asked her if she could come in.
Tang Miao didn't want He Xiao to come in.
No matter what, a person who cries because of a cold and cries secretly in the middle of the night sounds a bit hypocritical. And she didn't know how she looked when she cried, and she didn't want He Xiao to see her in such a mess.
After He Xiao asked, Tang Miao remained silent. He Xiao stood at the door of the dormitory, waited for a while, raised his hand and pushed open the door of Tang Miao's room.
As soon as the door of Tang Miao's room was opened, the heat emitted by Tang Miao's fever was trapped in the small space and rushed out through the open door.
He Xiao opened the door of Tang Miao's dormitory, and then closed it again. Then, he walked to the desk in front of Tang Miao's window sill and turned on the desk lamp.
The desk lamp was still a little dimmer than the light in the room. And the range of the light was also small. When the desk lamp was turned on, the "click" sound of the button rang out crisply in the dormitory. The silver light shone through the light of the desk lamp, like a white gauze spread out, spreading a circle of light that was neither too big nor too small.
The light was not very wide, just reaching the edge of Tang Miao's bed. After reaching the edge of the bed, the light dimmed, leaving only a faint shadow.
Under the light, Tang Miao was lying on the bed, her long hair spread out behind her head, resting on it. Her black hair became even darker in the shadow, making her feverish complexion look even more smooth and fair. She was lying there, and when He Xiao came in, she had already looked up at him. She opened her eyes, and behind her thick eyelashes, her eyes were like obsidian falling into the water, moist and bright. On both sides of her moist and bright pupils, her eyelashes were stained with some unwiped tears. I don't know if it was because of crying or fever, but her eye circles were slightly red. Tang Miao's eyes were still beautiful. Especially at this time, it was more like a carefully painted painting with color. Her eyes were bright and vivid, revealing her emotions, whether it was fragile, apologetic, confused, or even a little embarrassed. There were so many emotions, but they could be clearly seen. She also looked at him like that, and under his gaze, she finally lowered her eyelashes, pursed her lips and blinked.
"I just feel so bad." Tang Miao lowered her eyelashes, then raised them again. Looking at He Xiao, Tang Miao's eyes were filled with embarrassment and shyness as if she had been caught crying secretly.
"I haven't been sick for a long time. I woke up in the middle of the night and felt so uncomfortable that I shed a few tears." Tang Miao said.
She seemed to be explaining to He Xiao why she was crying. After explaining this, Tang Miao looked at He Xiao again and said, "I didn't expect you weren't asleep. I'm sorry for disturbing you."
Tang Miao and He Xiao apologized.
After Tang Miao finished speaking, He Xiao stood beside the desk without saying anything.
He had been standing by the desk since he entered the room and turned on the light. He was too tall, so he was beyond the shadow of the desk lamp, which made his entire upper body seem to be completely hidden in the darkness. Tang Miao could only see his outline through the faint light.
She could only see his outline clearly. As for He Xiao's expression and eyes, she could not see any of them.
Just like that, she fell in the light and he fell in the shadow. Although the two of them were in such a narrow room, they seemed to be arranged in two spaces.
Tang Miao couldn't see He Xiao, so she stopped looking. When she looked up at He Xiao, she couldn't see his expression and eyes, but He Xiao could see hers clearly. This feeling made Tang Miao uncomfortable, and she didn't want to show her embarrassment and vulnerability in front of He Xiao.
The two of them sat there in silence, one in the light and the other in the shadow.
After a moment's silence, when Tang Miao lowered her head again and covered her eyes with her eyelashes, He Xiao asked her a question.
"Would you like some water?"
After He Xiao asked, Tang Miao raised her drooping eyelashes again. She continued to look at He Xiao, as if she was stunned for a moment, then she moved her eyes and nodded.
"Drink it."
Tang Miao had a high fever. She went to bed after dinner. After sleeping for a few hours, Tang Miao felt like a steamer, and all the moisture in her body was evaporated. Her quilt was a little damp, and her throat was a little dry.
Not only her throat, but even her lips were dry.
He Xiao might have seen this and asked her if she wanted to drink water.
After Tang Miao said she wanted to drink some water, He Xiao left her desk and left her dormitory. After a while, He Xiao came in with a thermos, walked back to the desk, and poured her a glass of water.
After pouring the water, Tang Miao sat up from the bed. He Xiao handed her the cup. She thanked him, took the cup and drank all the water in it.
After finishing the water, Tang Miao handed the cup back to He Xiao. Seeing the empty cup, He Xiao asked, "Do you want more?"
"No more." A glass of water was enough. Although she had just finished drinking it, the water quickly nourished her body that was dried up by the fever, and even suppressed the dry burning feeling in her body, making her feel much more comfortable instantly.
Maybe she was too thirsty and woke up with a fever in the middle of the night. After waking up with a fever, she didn't even think about solving the problem, but cried to make matters worse.
Don't expect to feel good about this.
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