Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
When Ye Erruo opened the door while carrying a bowl of porridge, Mo Jiangye, who had been typing on his laptop, smacked the cover down and threw it aside speedily. He then pretended to be in a lot of pain.
“It’s time to eat.” She stirred the porridge gently with a spoon.
“What is this?”
“Eight-Treasure Porridge. It is slightly sweet. Does your head still hurt?”
Mo Jiangye shot a glance at the bowl of black porridge on the table and furrowed his eyebrows. “You made this?”
“I did.” She took a pillow once again and placed it behind his back.
“Have a taste.” Ye Erruo picked up a small spoonful of porridge and blew it.
He twisted his head away. “I don’t feel like eating it.”
“Does your head hurt?” Ye Erruo placed the bowl of porridge on the bedside cabinet and continued to massage him.
Upon seeing her worried look, Mo Jiangye secretly smiled. She had never been so worried about his health before.
Therefore, he wanted to see it a bit more.
“Does it hurt a lot?”
“It hurts.”
“Why do I smell alcohol?”
“Your body temperature consistently remains high, so we can only use alcohol to lower it for now. That is naturally why you smell alcohol.” This was considered rather mild. The fragrance of the ointment had covered most of the alcohol’s smell.
“I’ll take your temperature.” She stuck the thermometer into his mouth.
“Do you feel a little better?”
“No.”
“You knew that you can’t touch dogs, yet you still beckoned to it. Do you like suffering?”
Mo Jiangye stared at her deeply. It was because he had been afraid that she would get hurt or that something unexpected would happen to her.
“Alright, shut up and take your temperature properly.” Ye Erruo glared at him.
“…”
Eight minutes later, Ye Erruo took out the thermometer, her eyes glinting at the reading. “38 degrees celsius.”
His temperature had gone down significantly.
“Eating porridge will help you replenish your energy. It’s sweet.” The drip on his hand had been removed while she had been cooking porridge for him.
“It’s too sweet.” Mo Jiangye twisted his head aside with a look of disdain.
Ye Erruo furrowed her eyebrows. She had not used that much sugar.
“You can try a little,” he said softly.
Ye Erruo took a spoonful to have a taste. “It isn’t that sweet.”
“It is sweet now.”
Ye Erruo was unable to react in time. When she finally did after a while, she realized what he meant.
He was such a smooth talker!
Mo Jiangye’s eyebrows furrowed and he looked pitiful. “My head hurts.”
“Why does it hurt again?” Ye Erruo’s attention was instantly attracted to his headache once again.
“Hurts.” His face morphed into a mask of pain.
Helpless, Ye Erruo hurriedly placed the porridge aside. “Lie down properly and don’t say another word.”
Mo Jiangye’s deep gaze watched her closely. He found her worried look beautiful. So beautiful…
“What are you looking at?”
He reached out and tucked her hair behind her ear. “Baby Ruo…”
He wished that when he got sick in the future, she would be like this and stay by his side.