After saying this, she noticed his voice was very hoarse and asked: “Are you sick?”
Chi Yao made an “mm” sound: “A bit feverish.”
She followed him inside, carrying the cake: “How many degrees? Is it serious?”
“Didn’t check.”
“You have a fever and didn’t take your temperature? What have you been doing all day?”
“Sleeping,” he said, “just woken up by you.”
“…”
Lin Zhexia didn’t speak, put down her things, and went to look for his medicine box.
She knew exactly where everything was in his home.
Although this person rarely got sick over the years and had few opportunities to take medicine, and the medicine box hadn’t been used for a long time, fortunately, the medicines inside hadn’t expired.
She found an electronic thermometer: “Sit down, let’s take your temperature first.”
Chi Yao didn’t take such minor illnesses seriously at all: “No need, just need to sleep it off.”
“At times like this, don’t try to act tough. I told you yesterday not to show off.”
Lin Zhexia thought of yesterday, and her expression became somewhat exasperated: “Still had to pose.”
Chi Yao was surprisingly concerned about his image in some strange areas.
He insisted with his hoarse voice: “It has nothing to do with yesterday.”
Lin Zhexia: “Oh.”
Chi Yao turned his head: “Oh?”
“‘Oh’ means,” Lin Zhexia explained, “I don’t want to deal with you, but I still have to respond perfunctorily.”
“…”
Finally, his temperature was measured to be high, but not severe.
Lin Zhexia looked at the thermometer for a while and said, “Not bad, this temperature shouldn’t burn up your brain.”
“You should worry more about yourself,” Chi Yao, even with his sore throat making speech difficult, didn’t forget to mock her, “your brain doesn’t work well even without a fever.”
…
Stay calm.
Lin Zhexia.
He is a patient now.
Currently half-dead, he can only be verbally tough.
Besides, his fever is somewhat because he lent his coat to her yesterday.
So.
Be as tolerant as possible of him.
Lin Zhexia took a deep breath and went to the kitchen to pour a cup of hot water, holding the cup in one hand and fever medicine in the other: “Young Master, please.”
“The water temperature is just right, neither too hot to scald your precious mouth, nor too cold to make you uncomfortable.”
Chi Yao was pressed to sit on the sofa by her.
Perhaps because he was sick, he wasn’t sitting properly. Rather than “sitting,” he looked more like he was curling his long legs and reluctantly shrinking into the sofa. Like a young master, he extended his hand to take the water: “Although it’s unnecessary, I can give you face.”
Lin Zhexia mentally rolled her eyes: “Thank you, this humble servant is deeply grateful.”
After drinking the water, Chi Yao naturally handed the glass back to her: “A bit hot, be careful next time.”
“…”
Lin Zhexia: “Don’t be so arrogant.
Chi Yao’s listless eyes swept over.
Lin Zhexia immediately changed her words: “I mean, don’t wait until next time, I can pour you a second cup of water right now.”
She took the glass to the kitchen.
As she turned, she couldn’t help muttering: “Getting sick makes him so difficult to serve.”
From behind, Chi Yao’s hoarse voice sounded.
“Just to remind you, I have a fever, not hearing loss.”
The hot water wasn’t enough, so she boiled a kettle and waited in the kitchen for it to boil. By the time she had poured the water and come out, Chi Yao was almost asleep, waiting on the sofa.
He was dressed very casually today, in a light-colored sweater plus loose gray casual pants.
The cotton pant legs were very wide.
Normally, when Lin Zhexia saw such pants, her first reaction would be to determine that they would make legs look thick. However, they didn’t have this effect on him. Instead, because they were so loose, they outlined the contours of his legs.
Seeing her come out, he forced his eyes open and yawned.