"Spit it up." Yan Zhan ignored Manshu's surprise and spoke in a gentle tone.
Manshu subconsciously spit it into his hand.
There was no trace of disgust on Yan Zhan's face, he just went to the bathroom to wash his hands.
Manshu realized what she had just done and actually vomited in Yan Zhan's hand.
There are obviously napkins on the bedside table.
It's all her fault for being so burned.
Manshu felt a little embarrassed when she was fed again.
Yan Zhan didn't seem to notice until she finished the bowl of porridge.
"Want to eat again?"
"No." Manshu shook his head. In fact, he had no appetite after having a fever.
Yan Zhan took out the bowl she had eaten from, and came in with a glass of water after a while.
"The water is still a little hot now. I'll take the medicine when it stops."
"Thank you, Uncle San." Manshu may have eaten something, but Manshu was a little sleepy again.
After all, she didn't sleep long after she came back.
She raised her eyes to look at Yan Zhan and found that his eyes were also black and blue: "Third uncle, do you want to take a nap?"
"Sleep here?" Yan Zhan glanced at her bed, with an unknown smile on his lips.
Manshu was shocked.
How could he have such an idea?
"You like my bed?"
Manshu's bed sheets are beautifully chosen, and the whole room is decorated warmly.
It's completely different from the frigidity in Yan Zhan's home.
"Well, Manman, can you give me half of the bed?" Yan Zhan ruffled her hair, his deep voice unconsciously filled with temptation.
"I..." Can we ignore it?
Although she sleeps on a 1.8 meter large bed, she likes to sleep alone.
"Okay, you take the medicine, and I'll rest on your window sill for a while."
Yan Zhan saw that Manshu's bay window sill was well decorated, with bay window cushions, pillows, and dolls. It looked very comfortable at first glance.
He sat down and picked up the book on the small table.
This is something Manshu has been reading recently that is related to gambling on stones.
He put away the books and the small table, and the bay window sill became much more spacious.
However, a tall man, about 1.8 meters tall, squeezed on a bay window sill that is one meter wide and less than 1.5 meters long, looks a bit aggrieved no matter how you look at it.
"Uncle Third, why don't you go to the study next door to rest?"
Manshu couldn't bear to see her sleeping with her arms out like that.
"It doesn't matter, I can rest here." Yan Zhan was indeed very tired today.
But he remembered that Manshu had grabbed his hand when he woke up from the dream and asked him for help in the dream. At that moment, he felt an indescribable feeling in his heart.
Yan Zhan insisted on staying in the room, but Manshu couldn't convince him, so he simply changed his mind and lifted half of the quilt: "Uncle Third, why don't you sleep on the bed? There is a blanket in the closet. You can use it to cover yourself."
Manshu is a little more tolerant of people sharing the same bed and each covering himself with a quilt.
Yan Zhan raised his eyes to look at her. Manshu looked worried and a little embarrassed when he looked at her.
Of course she didn't want Yan Zhan to sleep with her, she just didn't want him to be wronged.
Yan Zhan walked over and covered Manshu with the quilt: "Sleep well and don't think too much."
Although he was pampered and well-off in the Yan family, before arriving at the Yan family, he had lived a thrilling life. For training, he had lived in the wilderness, so what does the window sill mean?
Yan Zhan sat on the bay window sill, put Manshu's thin blanket on his body, leaned against the wall, closed his eyes and meditated.
Manshu woke up again, it was already afternoon.
The curtain at the corner of the bay window was blown open by the wind, and the afterglow of the setting sun was projected into the room through that corner, falling on Yan Zhan's body and illuminating his peaceful sleeping face.