36 Chapter 35 – Floured Beef Steamed in a Cup 5 (2/2)

It was apparent the person before her was not fully awake. He was dressed in only a white t-shirt and jogging pants, and, with one hand on the doorframe, he looked down at her. His eyes were only half-open, as if he had not quite processed what was going on. She, too, was given a shock and could only raise her head to look up at him. Hence, the two of them stood there, he looking at her and she looking at him, both of them not expecting this.

His lips pursed together in a smile and, all of a sudden, he chuckled.  ”Come in first.”

This time, his voice was truly thoroughly hoarse. He turned around and slowly headed back in the direction of his own room. Gu Sheng hurriedly shut the door and changed into a pair of slippers. When she turned around, he had already entered his room.

Good thing… the door was open.

Stepping into his room, she saw him sitting on the edge of the bed. He ripped open a packet of medical alcohol swab, used it to wipe down a body temperature thermometer, and then stuffed the thermometer into his mouth before finally raising his head to look at her. The room's curtains had been drawn closed, and it was dim inside. It was apparent that he really had been sleeping and she had woken him.

She walked over and sat on the small sofa beside his bed. ”Feeling really… unwell? Do you need to go to the hospital?”

His brows creased together. He shook his head.

She could see the stray hairs in front of his forehead were damp. He should have sweated quite a bit. Why did the thermometer in his mouth seem almost like a lollipop he was sucking on?

”I'll pour a cup of warm water for you? Hurry,” she pointed at the bed and instructed, ”and lie down.”

Otherwise, if he sat here like this, he would catch another cold.

The heat in the room had not been turned on, and it was very cold.

She contemplated whether she should turn on the heat for him.

Pulling out a remote control from somewhere on his bed, Mo Qingcheng was already turning on the heat with it. With a frown, he asked, ”Why are you wearing a skirt?” A voice that was speaking muffledly, was a little sluggish, and carried a hint of reproach in it …

T.T... Why did she feel like she was talking to a doctor? Had she been brainwashed by what the old lady said?

”It was quite warm this morning, so I decided to wear one …” Her cheeks flushed slightly. Rising to her feet, she went out to pour a glass of water for him. ”Cover yourself with your blanket and go to sleep… I just came to check on you. Don't mind me.”

Behind her, it was extremely quiet.

When she walked back into the room with a glass of warm water in hand, Mo Qingcheng really had already climbed back into bed. Half lying down, half leaning against the head of his bed, he closed his eyes and continued his battle with the high fever. Seeing that his forehead was damp with sweat, Gu Sheng set the glass down on the windowsill beside the bed and walked up to the edge of the bed. She leaned over and asked softly, ”Have you taken any medication yet? What does your towel look like? I'll go wet it with some warm water so you can wipe your face?”

She was leaned over at the waist, and her hands supported her weight on the edge of the bed so she could speak to him.

She had not really thought anything about this position.

But now, as she leaned forward, she started to feel a little anxious.

Mo Qingcheng answered with an ”mm.” Those eyes, which, because of his feverish state, seemed covered with a layer of mist, opened and looked at her. He continued in that indistinct voice, ”I wanted to tell you last time, don't wear dresses and skirts in the winter anymore.”

She was somewhat bewildered. How did the topic manage to come back to this again?

Reaching up, he took the thermometer out of his mouth and then explained in a quiet voice, ”Girls need to be conscious about keeping themselves warm.” Because of his sore throat, he was speaking very slowly, and as a result, his tone naturally was tinged with hints of gentleness and tenderness.

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A ”thump, thump” sound carried up from her chest to her ears. She felt slightly flustered and unconsciously pulled away to increase the distance between the two of them to a safe one. Suddenly, she felt his burning hot finger brush her ice-cold ear. ”You'll remember to be careful about that?”

His voice was hoarse, yet his tone was gentle.

With no effort at all, he had broken down any defense she may have had and spoken straight into the very bottom of her heart…

”What color is your towel?” She abruptly leapt to her feet, whipped around, and hurried out of the room, clearly running to the pace of her own heartbeat. Her legs felt weak…

”White.”