Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Xiang Jinxi walked past her without even looking at her. “I have something else to do, not going back to the office just yet,” he said.
“Okay.”
After work in the evening, Lu Zhaoyang started to sneeze continuously on her way back. She covered her mouth with her hand and wound down the window of her car.
When she reached downstairs of her apartment, she bumped into the homebody Lu Bai again.
“Cough…” She looked at him; short-sleeved, short pants, and a black garbage bag in his hand, she began to feel her flu was getting worse.
“Sister, are you sick? Do you want me to send you to the hospital?”
Lu Bai ran up to her with the garbage bag still in his hand.
“I would not have caught a cold had I not seen you in such skimpy clothes.” She already felt chilly by just looking at him.
“Wait a second.” Lu Bai glanced at her, worried. Wearing a pair of flip-flops, he first went to dispose of the garbage.
Lu Bai ran back up, and before Lu Zhaoyang knew what happened, Lu Bai did not respond, his slightly cold hand was already on her forehead.
“You have a fever.” Lu Bai looked serious.
“It is all your fault. I am amazed how you’re still not sick wearing those clothes in this kind of weather.” Lu Zhaoyang smiled and turned to go upstairs.
On the third floor, Lu Zhaoyang turned to look at him up and down.
“What?” Lu Bai asked.
Lu Zhaoyang shook her head as she looked at his light clothing and suddenly felt like giving him Huo Yunting’s clothes.
Lu Bai might get sick sooner or later, she thought.
“Let us go buy some clothes this weekend.” She could take the opportunity to relax too.
Since Lu Bai addressed her as sister, and she had very few friends, she thought it was a good idea to have him as a companion.
Lu Bai grinned like a Cheshire cat.
“Deal!” Lu Bai said.
“Then I will head in first.”
The headache was driving Lu Zhaoyang crazy; she needed to rest badly.
As soon as Lu Bai got home, he heard Wen He’s smiling voice. “You are back earlier than I have expected. Where is my stuff?”
Lu Bai shot her a glance, got into the kitchen, and opened the kitchen.
“Xiao Bai, I am not hungry yet, what are you doing? I was asking where was my snack?” Wen He leaned on the doorway, her mouth twitching.
Lu Bai did not stop. “Sister downstairs is sick. I will make her some ginger soup and rice porridge. The money is on the coffee table. You can buy it yourself.”
Wen He lifted her uninjured hand, buried her forehead in it, and sighed. “Is that woman more important than me?”
“You cheated me at first. Now, we are not that close.”
“Look, I am a patient now. Don’t you talk to me like that.” Wen He said with a smile and her left hand holding on to the door frame. “Make me a bowl of porridge while you are at it. I am starving.”
“You can have the leftovers.”
Wen He was speechless.
She looked at his back and then flung herself back on the sofa.
She could not bear to look when thinking about the MILF.
The poor misguided Xiao Bai, she thought.
The rice porridge and ginger soup were ready. Lu Bai put them into the thermal containers. Wen He jumped up from the sofa and said, “I will go with you.”
“Take the money. You can go shopping.”
Lu Bai carefully took the thermal containers, which he used for the first time since he last bought them.
Wen He pulled a face, took the money and went out with Lu Bai.
Instead of stopping on the fourth floor, Lu Bai kept walking down.