The small hand on his forehead was ice-cold and soft. Bo Yan usually disliked being touched by others, and at first, he was taken aback, then he thought about pushing her hand away.
Yuran reacted quicker than him, removing her hand, "Xiaoqi, you seem a bit feverish. Should I make some porridge for you first?"
"Baby, what’s wrong with your Xiaoqi?" At that moment, Bo Yan’s mother came out of the kitchen with soup and asked upon seeing the two in the living room.
She put down the soup in her hands and walked over. Bo Yan’s mother rarely saw her son looking so listless and exclaimed, "Xiaoqi, are you running a fever?"
Bo Yan had always been in good health and rarely got sick. In his mother’s memory, there weren’t many times she had to take care of her son when he was ill.
"Baby, help your Xiaoqi to the room to rest for a bit. I’ll make him some porridge. This soup isn’t suitable for him. I’ll also call the family doctor to come and check on him!"
Bo Yan’s mother made the final decision and went off to get busy. Yuran stood in place, looking embarrassed, knowing her history, Bo Yan would probably not want her to touch him, hence the request from Bo Yan’s mother.
When Bo Yan first came back from the set, he didn’t think he was very ill, but now, his head was heavy and foggy. He didn’t really hear what his mother had said.
Seeing his pale face and furrowed features, a look of discomfort, Yuran felt helpless and unsure whether to help him or not.
"Baby, quickly help your Xiaoqi back to the room!" Bo Yan’s mother returned, saw Yuran standing still, and urged.
With trepidation, Yuran took a deep breath, bent over to support Bo Yan, and placed his arm over her shoulder. Bo Yan opened his eyelids just enough to see a small head close to his own, a wave of indescribable fragrance engulfing him.
He first frowned, then heard Yuran whisper softly, "Xiaoqi, just cooperate a bit, otherwise godmother Lao Cui will fuss."
Bo Yan restrained himself from moving, allowing her to help him up, step by step towards the upstairs. Yuran’s face turned a flushed red, internally complaining about Bo Yan being too heavy—was being ill an excuse not to walk?
Bo Yan could look down and see her flushed, aggrieved face, which he found amusing. His eyes deepened, intentionally leaning more weight her way, suddenly making himself heavier. Yuran’s legs gave out, and she staggered, almost tumbling down the stairs with him.
Helping him kindly, she was almost hurt herself? Yuran, full of unspoken grievances, blurted out, "Xiaoqi, you’re so heavy. Can’t you walk a bit by yourself? I can hardly hold you up anymore!"
Her arms were trembling with the effort, and Bo Yan hummed a response, unclear if he was just brushing her off. Yuran felt it must have been a brush-off since he hadn’t lightened up at all.
With great effort, she finally managed to get him into his room. Gasping for air, Yuran complained, "Are you a pig? How can you be so heavy? You’ve tired me out!"
After Yuran left, Bo Yan on the bed opened his eyes, the corners crinkling with a hint of amusement he didn’t even notice himself. A few minutes later, Yuran returned, carrying a cup of water, a fever-reducing patch, and medicine.
"Xiaoqi, get up and take your medicine and have some water," she said.
She placed the water on the bedside table and bent over to help Bo Yan, who sat up with her aid, took the medicine, and sipped some water. Yuran applied the fever-reducing patch on his forehead, advising, "Godmother said the doctor would be here soon, you should rest well for now, she’ll bring up some porridge later!"