Then, he stood up from the sofa and walked towards the master bedroom.
When his body touched the familiar big bed, a pleasant and familiar fragrance filled his nostrils, and Lin Mubai’s heart was instantly filled with warmth. A slight curve appeared at the corner of his lips, complementing the overly pale but handsome face, turning Young Master Lin momentarily into a beautiful angel.
This was the feeling An Nan had when she walked in with medicine and a cup of water and saw the man.
She hesitated slightly, then quickly overturned the unrealistic thought in her heart: "How could this scheming man be an angel?"
With a self-deprecating smile, she approached the room’s only large bed with the cup, setting the blanket she held on the bedside table first, and then placing the thermometer under the man’s armpit. Only then did she sit sideways on the edge of the bed, bowing her head to softly call the man’s name, "Little White, don’t move around. We’re taking your temperature in your armpit. Let’s take the fever medicine first, okay?"
The man awoke from his daze again and smiled foolishly at An Nan: "Wife... you... look so beautiful!"
Beautiful? How was she beautiful?
An Nan simply thought this man was delirious from the fever and gently coaxed, "Little White, let’s take the medicine first, okay."
He nodded obediently, still insisting, "I... want my wife... to feed me... the medicine."
"Alright, I’ll feed you, but you have to sit up first."
With An Nan’s help, Lin Mubai’s head rested against her softness, causing a certain area of his sick body to rapidly become unsettled, though An Nan didn’t notice this at all. First, she fed the medicine to the man’s lips, then awkwardly brought the cup to his mouth with her other hand.
But rather suddenly, the obedient man started acting up.
Pouting stubbornly, Young Master Lin gazed at An Nan with eyes like a pitiful little deer, and whined, "I want my wife to feed me by mouth."
Young Master Lin spoke without any shame, but An Nan was momentarily stunned, her cheeks involuntarily turning red, while simultaneously, a wave of anger swept over her. She nearly flung the cup and medicine at the shameless man in her arms, but the remaining bit of her rationality slowly calmed her down. She glared angrily at the sickly pale face in her arms, but ultimately conceded. This update ıs available on novel※fire.net
She kept telling herself not to get angry with a sick person, don’t get angry with a sick person.
In truth, Lin Mubai was already prepared for rejection, and even worse outcomes, but never expected to see his little woman reluctantly take the medicine into her mouth and bring it to his lips.
His heart was quickly filled with excitement, a thought flashed through his mind once more — the benefits of being sick were too great, he must make sure he’s sick for a bit longer this time.
Thinking of this, he actively moved closer to take the medicine from the little woman’s lips, letting his pitiful gaze fall on the water cup: implying he wanted to drink water the same way.
An Nan’s cheeks were already as red as they could be, and she fiercely glared at the man in front of her, but in the end, she still took a mouthful of water, bringing it to her lips, all the while convincing herself in her heart: "Just think of him as a little dog, a little dog."
This comforting thought barely ended before An Nan was left stunned by Lin Mubai’s obsessive move.
Lin Mubai fiercely kissed her lips, as if trying to devour the benefits brought to his lips.