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During this entire time, she tried her best not to stare at the red spots as she wiped him down with alcohol wash. Then, she put the medicated ointment on him as instructed. By the time she was finished with the task, the sky had turned dark.
He was still resting with a drip in place. However, the ointment seemed to work. The rash visibly subsided after she tended to him.
The rain was still pouring outside, so she knew that she could not visit the park today.
“Water.”
She quickly poured a glass of warm water for him.
“Are you thirsty?”
He was still groggy when he opened his eyes. The lights were dim in the room, and he seemed to be searching for something frantically. She stopped him when he struggled to sit up on the bed. “What are you doing?”
He took in a slow, deep breath upon hearing the familiar voice. He gripped her hands with his instead.
“Are you thirsty?” She leaned forward and placed a bolster behind his back.
“Where’s the dog?” he asked in a hoarse voice.
“We kicked it out of the house.”
“Do you want to drink more?” She wiped the corner of his lips as she asked gently.
“Yes.”
She turned around to pour another glass for him. “I’ll take your temperature after you finish this glass of water.”
His forehead was still burning when she touched it.
“Headache.” He stared at her worried face as he mumbled forlornly.
She took the towel next to her and applied it to his forehead. “How about this?”
“Still hurts.”
“Do you want me to give you a massage?”
“Yes.”
“…”
She looked at him doubtfully. Except for his slightly flushed cheeks and high temperature, this man did not seem to be suffering from a headache or any other ailment. He appeared otherwise normal.
“You can close your eyes and rest if you’re uncomfortable,” she told him as she massaged his temple.
Her hands were cool and the pressure exerted was just right for him.
“Bitter.”
“Bitter?” She frowned quizzically.
“Are you tasting something bitter in your mouth?”
His eyes did not leave her face. “Yes.”
When she looked at the time, she saw that it was almost 8 pm. It was dinner time.
“You lie down and rest first.” She pulled out the pillow behind her seat and got ready to get up when he grabbed her hand.
“Where are you going?”
“Didn’t you say that your mouth tasted bitter?”
So? Is she leaving to make some food for me?
He quickly released her hand. “That’s right. Everything seems tasteless.”
Ye Erruo picked up the pail of water to head out. The moment she opened the door, she noticed a ball of furry red hair dashing up the stairs from below.
“Catch it, catch it!”
It’s still around? Wasn’t it thrown out earlier?
“Young Madam, give way! Quick!”
The little fellow jumped behind her legs and gave her a pathetic look instinctively.
“Get hold of it!” Bo Yu ordered sternly.
The woman bent over to pick up the creature and then handed it over to the servants. “Don’t throw it out. Keep it in a cage for the time being.”
“Yes, madam.”
The creature continued to yelp and struggle in the servant’s arms.
…
The sliding door opened with a loud sound and a man in a black bathrobe emerged from within.
“Have you delivered the thing?”
“Yes, Young Master.”
While curling his lips into a smile, he headed straight for the wine rack to pour himself a glass of red wine. “Did she like it?”
“Aby has taken a fancy to Miss Ye Erruo.”
The man’s eyes sparkled instantly. “It’s her, alright!”
“Young Master?”
“You can leave now.”
“One more thing. It seemed like Young Master Mo was allergic to Aby.”
“Allergic?”
“I was told that he broke into a rash after touching Aby. He even had a high fever.”
“Now, that’s interesting.”
“It looks like Aby will not stay long with Miss Ye Erruo.” After all, Young Master Mo was allergic to the dog.
“No, that won’t happen,” the man responded with an eerie smile. His orbs shone enigmatically under the magenta lighting.