“Mm… yeah, I’ve got a fever and a bit of a cold. I’m not going back to school today. I’ll handle the leave request myself.”
In the kitchen, Yu Li stirred the porridge while talking to her roommate on the phone.
After hanging up, she set down her phone and opened the fridge, planning to add more ingredients. But when she saw the packed soup on the top shelf, her eyes paused slightly, and she was a bit moved.
After a few seconds of silence, she couldn’t help letting out a sigh.
Well, she picked this boyfriend herself—still gotta spoil him.
Once the porridge was ready, she carried it up and opened the door.
The man at the desk was working on his computer. When he saw her come in, he quickly stood up and came over to take what was in her hands. His tone was a little anxious: “I could’ve done that. Lili, it’s really not that bad.”
“Yeah, I can tell. You’re well enough to get out of bed and work,” Yu Li replied, her tone neither cold nor warm. “Since you’re fine, I’ll head back to school in a bit.”
Bo Jingmo’s movements stiffened. He spoke in a low voice: “I’ll drive you?”
“…” Bo Jingmo set down the bowl and took her hand. “Lili, are you mad?”
Yu Li didn’t answer, just pulled her hand back. “Drink your porridge first.”
Staring at his now-empty palm, Bo Jingmo’s fingertips curled slightly. He lowered his gaze, pursed his lips, and picked up the bowl to drink—only to see Yu Li suddenly turn and leave the room.
A sudden panic surged in his chest. He quickly asked, “Lili, where are you going?”
Yu Li turned her head and simply replied, “Breakfast.”
In that instant, Bo Jingmo’s anxiety peaked.
He didn’t like when Lili spoke to him .
This morning, after she asked those questions, he had wanted to explain, but Yu Li didn’t give him the chance. She told him to rest and just left the room.
And now, again—she definitely sensed something from last night.
Bo Jingmo’s throat grew increasingly dry. He tried to reach for her hand. “Lili, the fever was because—”
But she stepped back, lifted her eyelids, and looked at him calmly, leaving behind a single light phrase.
“Bo Jingmo, we’ll talk when you’re better.”
Downstairs, Yu Li drank the reheated soup while looking at messages on her phone.
Little System had also seen what happened between them and thought it was because of what it had blabbed last night. Nervously, it asked, “Sis… are you mad?”
Yu Li set down her phone, looked at the Little yellow orb on the table, and calmly stated a fact.
“Bo Jingmo’s illness… I caused it.”
Normally, little things wouldn’t make him sick, so this fever was something she deliberately triggered.
She just needed a good excuse to justify being angry.
She could ignore the contents of the phone call for now, but someone intentionally standing in the cold—that deserved a lesson.
If he didn’t care about his own body, she’d help him learn the hard way.
Little System hadn’t expected that response and noticeably froze.
W-what a special way to show affection.
After finishing the last sip of soup, Yu Li tapped the table with her fingertip. “Don’t worry. It’s just a minor cold. His body won’t be affected.”
After all, if he really got hurt, she couldn’t bear it either.
As for the phone call…
Hearing footsteps from upstairs, Yu Li raised an eyebrow almost imperceptibly.
Some people sure are impatient.
Bo Jingmo was still afraid Yu Li would leave without a word. After finishing the porridge, he rushed downstairs with the bowl.
When he saw her at the table, he quietly let out a breath of relief.
Yu Li glanced at him, then got up with her bowl and walked to the kitchen. The man immediately followed.
When he saw the pork rib soup reheated in the pot, he froze slightly. His eyes welled up with a faint sting, and he bit his lip, slowly walking behind the girl and gently wrapping his arms around her waist. “Lili.”
He lowered his head, burying it in the back of her neck.
“Don’t ignore me… please…”
His voice was soft and hoarse from being sick—he actually sounded pitiful.
Yu Li looked at her phone and said nothing.
Sensing her silence, Bo Jingmo’s heart clenched tightly, like an invisible hand was squeezing it, making it hard to breathe.
He grabbed her wrist, guiding her hand to his forehead. His voice trembled slightly: “Lili, didn’t you say… if I’m feeling bad, I should tell you?”
He leaned down, rubbing her face gently, and pleaded in a low voice, “I’m not feeling well now… can you talk to me, please?”
Yu Li finally lifted her head. She turned around, raised her hand and touched his forehead cooperatively, eyes fixed on the man’s slightly red-rimmed eyes. “Where does it hurt?”
Seeing her speak, Bo Jingmo’s eyes looked even more pitiful. He leaned closer and mumbled, “Everywhere hurts.”
Yu Li tilted her head and replied calmly, “So what now? I can’t help. You’ll just have to tough it out.”
“Just like last night—suffering outside on your own.”
As soon as the words left her mouth, Bo Jingmo’s face instantly turned pale.
Yu Li stared at him calmly. “Bo Jingmo, you were freezing last night. I almost didn’t want to sleep with you. Next time you’re gonna stay out that long, don’t bother cuddling me.”
The man’s body grew more rigid. His lips were tightly pressed, jaw trembling faintly, eyes bloodshot and glowing red. He clung to Yu Li’s wrist, unwilling to let go—but too afraid to grip too hard.
“Lili, I’m sorry… I-I just didn’t want to disturb your rest. I was planning to tell you today.”
Yu Li could actually understand. She had long realized this version of Bo Jingmo was indeed more considerate than before.
But… she didn’t need this kind of thoughtfulness.
She preferred the clingy little boyfriend type.
Yu Li wasn’t like most people—she didn’t find that annoying. In fact, she quite liked the pampered feeling. Being all lovey-dovey could strengthen the bond.
Bo Jingmo not bothering her actually made her a bit frustrated.
Just as she was silently reflecting on her strange preferences, Yu Li suddenly sensed something was off.
The warmth in the man’s palm spiked sharply, as if trying to burn her alive. There was also a strange, foreign sensation—like something else was touching her wrist.
She paused and looked down, only to see black mist wrapping around her wrist.
It looked familiar—but it wasn’t from her.
It was from… the man in front of her.
Yu Li blinked in surprise, then slightly raised an eyebrow, visibly stunned.
Bo Jingmo was actually… just like her?