"Do you really want to know?" Seeing the girl with a look of disbelief, Xu Weiran raised an eyebrow.
Then, under the expectant gaze of the girl, he slowly said, "Your Young Uncle said you’re still young and told me not to mess around."
She was wrong, curiosity really does kill the cat!
She shouldn’t have asked in the first place.
"Ahem..." Sheng Ning’an lightly coughed and pretended to be serious, "My grandma brought me some soup, let’s go have some?"
Watching her awkward attempt to change the topic, Xu Weiran turned his head slightly, chuckled and said, "I’ll go get it for you." After speaking, he turned and walked out.
Sheng Ning’an watched his back as he walked out and couldn’t help but pat her flushed face forcefully, saying, "Serves you right for asking all these questions."
Sheng Ning’an rested for a day and didn’t continue to have a fever. Happily, she took a hot shower in the evening, but the next morning was tragic. She found that her throat felt like it had a knife cutting through it, even swallowing water hurt.
She had no choice but to go to the hospital again. The doctor prescribed a bunch of antiviral medications, but they didn’t relieve her sore throat.
Sheng Ning’an could only endure the pain and drink plenty of water, trying not to speak as much as possible, hoping to recover quickly.
Halfway through, Xu Weiran went to the supermarket once and then dived into the kitchen upon returning.
Feeling bored, Sheng Ning’an went to see and found someone putting chopped radishes into boiling water.
"What are you doing?" She asked, enduring the throat pain.
Even if the doctor recommended eating bland food, there’s no need to skip the oil, right?
Xu Weiran: "Boiling white radish in water; it can cure a sore throat."
Other people are steaming oranges with salt, stewing pears, at least drinking honey water, but he offered his girlfriend radish water?
Sheng Ning’an, unable to speak due to her sore throat, simply took out her phone, typed and then showed it to him: "Boyfriend, do you not love me anymore?"
"What are you imagining?" Xu Weiran gently knocked her forehead and said, "I also saw online that boiled radish water is effective. I’ve prepared everything else too; drink the radish water first, and later I’ll steam an orange for you and stew a pear. Let’s try every remedy; it should help alleviate the symptoms somewhat."
Alright, she misunderstood him!
Feeling both touched and ashamed, Sheng Ning’an continued typing on her phone to him: "Thank you!"
"Just a thank you and that’s it?"
Sheng Ning’an habitually stood on tiptoe and pecked his cheek. As Xu Weiran pulled her over to kiss her lips, she hastily covered her mouth, shaking her head and pointing to her throat, indicating she was still sick and might infect him.
"I don’t mind!" Xu Weiran said and moved her hand away to kiss her.
As expected, he got infected too. Sheng Ning’an’s throat had just started feeling better when he fell ill. During dinner, Sheng Ning’an noticed his cheeks were a bit flushed.
"Are you having a fever too?" Sheng Ning’an touched his forehead, which was a bit hot, and took his temperature to find it was 38.5. Indeed, he had a fever, but fortunately, it wasn’t too high.
"Serves you right for not being careful." She said this, but Sheng Ning’an still gave him fever-reducing medication and took care of him attentively.
Fortunately, Xu Weiran’s fever subsided after a good sleep.
His body didn’t feel uncomfortable, and his throat didn’t become sore; he recovered so fast it was enviable.
It felt like the white blood cells just announced a war, and before the battle could begin, the virus cells were defeated.
She hadn’t seen him exercising usually and had even seen him staying up late a lot, yet his physical condition was better than hers, which was unscientific.