37 Chapter 36 – Floured Beef Steamed in a Cup 6 (1/2)

She realized she should have asked him a few more questions such as, where was it hung or about how big was it? … But when she walked into the bathroom, she discovered those questions were completely unnecessary. On the towel rack that was outside the bathroom, there was, on the left side, a set of small, medium, and large white towels while on the right side was a set of small, medium, and large light blue towels. Hanging on the very bottom rack were two of each color.

It was very obvious how they were organized.

She thought, the top row of small towels should be for hand wiping?

The ones in the middle row should be to wipe the face?

And the last row…

The whole concept of what a bath towel was for flashed into her brain, and she immediately avoided that particular size, reaching instead for the face towel. The faucet had both cold and hot water. By the time she moistened the towel and walked back into the room, she found Mo Qingcheng had drowsily drifted off to sleep already.

He was lying there on his side, his position somewhat similar to that of a child, and his head was resting on his own left arm.

Judging from the sweat on his forehead, his fever should be starting to break?

As she thought about how miserable she was whenever she had a fever, she felt sympathy for him. She set the towel down lightly on the marble windowsill, walked over beside his bed, and slowly crouched down. Reaching over, she picked up the thermometer from beside the pillow and glanced at the reading.

Thirty-eight degrees Celsius? Ugh … So that meant, it should have been higher than this when he took the reading a moment ago? How high? She glanced again at the person lying on the bed, pondering a moment before using a few fingers to gently lift up his arm that was outside on top of the blanket and slip it inside the covers.

Hopefully, the fever would be completely gone by nighttime.

Then, he could eat something and be better by tomorrow.

She looked at him.

He was sleeping so deeply right here before her… Because he had sweated, his skin seemed even more pale and smooth, and there was also a faint redness to his complexion. This rather unhealthy flush actually gave the side view of his face a softer sort of beauty…

All these years, the only man's room she had ever entered was Cousin's, and this was the first time she had ever been right there before a sleeping man. In particular… this man was Toupai, that person whose casual Weibo update could cause more than a hundred thousand fans to be thrilled to death –– Qiang Qing Ci.

Three day's time … was really not enough to eliminate the effect of the fact that he was Qiang Qing Ci …

”Man is made neither of wood nor rock. All have feelings. It is better not to encounter one whose beauty can topple a city[1]”... This was a line she had written in her QQ status when she had first fallen in love with his voice. The memory was still fresh in her mind, but this was her own little secret.

And now… He truly was deserving of the words, ”beauty that can topple a city” [unrivalled allure]…

His eyelashes fluttered.

Her heart gave a leap.

And then… everything continued being still.

Phew. This really was too much of a challenge for her heart and its ability to handle pressure…

Gu Sheng felt that staring at him sleeping like this was too creepy, so she walked out into the living room.

Carefully observing his home, she noticed now that it was very clean. A room with not single speck of dust in it, but there was stuff randomly tossed everywhere, from clothing to magazines to CDs and DVDs. Really, so untidy.

She put away the discs and magazines that were on the sofa and sat down to read the book that, out of habit, she always carried with her. But after reading a while, she dozed off. When she awakened again, it was because of hunger pains in her stomach, and only then did she remember that she had been so busy hurrying over here that, besides drinking some water, she had actually not eaten anything yet.

Past four o'clock already?

*cold sweat* She was on the way to starving herself to death.

Fortunately, the coffee table in the living room had several wooden boxes of snacks on it and they were all open. Inside them, there were all sorts of snacks.

I've been working so hard, waiting on him without complaint, and I've tolerated loneliness to stay here and keep the sick patient company. He shouldn't let me starve to death, right? … She silently justified herself while digging through the food: ”strange taste” fava beans[2], dried packaged scallops in ”original flavor”, spicy enoki mushrooms, melon seeds, duck gizzards…

T.T... Two men, both ridiculous chowhounds, and they had so many snacks on hand but none of them were actually filling…

She opened up a package of scallops and in a single mouthful, had finished the bag.

Moving onto the next one…

Gu Sheng head was down as she munched away, but she was simply heading on a path where, the more she ate, the hungrier she got.

Just as she opened the seventh package, she sensed that there seemed to be a figure standing not far away. Jumping in shock, she lifted her head. Toupai was there looking dazed and rather exhausted but watching her somewhat amusedly as she ate.

Hastily, Gu Sheng set down the snacks and stood up. ”You're awake? Fever subsided yet?”

Toupai frowned. ”Seems like it's gone down a bit. Fever will probably come back again tonight.”

...

”How about we go to the hospital?”

”No need. I'm used to it. Every year, there'll be several times when I get a fever. It just needs an entire night to work through and then I'll be better.” He shook his head and then stepped completely out of his room.

She followed after him. ”You're all sweaty. How about I turn on the heat in the living room for you? Otherwise, you're going to catch another cold right away.”

Toupai shook his head. ”No, it'll be fine.”

She noticed that he was heading toward the kitchen. ”Are you hungry? Or do you want a drink?”

Halting his steps, Toupai lowered his head to look down at Gu Sheng beside him. From the look in his eyes, it seemed his mind had finally cleared slightly from its groggy state.

Am I nagging him too much? Why doesn't he keep walking? …