"So tight..." I felt like I was almost out of breath.
Chen Yinyang suddenly struggled to wake up, only to find that he was hugged tightly and his body could not move.
Looking at Ji Fengli who was sleeping soundly opposite him, Chen Yinyang wanted to open his mouth to wake him up, but he could only make a "Uh-huh" sound. It turned out that his mouth had already been blocked.
Damn it, is this sleeping? This is kidnapping!
Sensing the movement of the person in his arms, Ji Fengli opened his eyes slightly: "Are you awake?"
"Hmm..." Chen Yinyang twisted her body to signal him to let go of his hand. Ji Fengli raised his arm, and Chen Yinyang's whole body was free.
Taking out the cloth from his mouth, Chen Yinyang was about to jump up and scold him, but his body fell down softly.
Ji Fengli stretched out his hand to check the temperature of his forehead: "The fever is gone. If nothing happens, get up and cook."
Chen Yinyang was too lazy to care about Ji Fengli's cold-bloodedness. He lay weakly on the bed: "Did you find me?"
"yes."
Hearing the answer, Chen Yinyang groaned and covered his face, and said in a self-defeating manner: "Then you also know that Master Qixiu and I... Damn it, you can laugh if you want, I don't care."
"This is your business and has nothing to do with me." Ji Fengli said nonchalantly.
"..." Should I be grateful for his lack of heart? Chen Yinyang smiled bitterly. Fortunately, he didn't need those boring comforts now.
Thinking of the carefully made bento in yesterday's bag, Chen Yinyang's nose felt sore: "If you want to eat, go get the lunch box in the bag and heat it in the microwave."
Ji Fengli got out of bed. He had no appetite all day since he ate that bad food yesterday morning and was in urgent need of food.
When leaving, he glanced sideways at Chen Yinyang and closed the door.
The quiet atmosphere made yesterday's memories come flooding back. Chen Yinyang stared at the ceiling blankly, tears flowing out again.
Would it have been better if he hadn't confessed yesterday?
In fact, I know what the result will be, so why do I still rush into the flames?
I felt self-inflicted for a long time, and my face was filled with snot and tears, and I was not in the mood to wipe them away.
Just when Chen Yinyang was stuck in sentimental emotions and couldn't get out, a huge explosion shook his eardrums.
What happened? Chen Yinyang was so frightened that he got up from the bed, supported the wall and walked out step by step.
"Ji Fengli!" Chen Yinyang saw the black smoke coming out of the kitchen, shouted Ji Fengli's name, and hurriedly opened the window.
Ji Fengli came out of the kitchen coughing, and his face was half blackened. Chen Yinyang was so frightened that he rushed over to check whether he was disfigured. Later, he found out that it was just some black ash from food, so he felt relieved.
"Are you setting a bomb? Why can things explode when heated?" Chen Yinyang asked angrily.
Ji Fengli silently wiped his face with a wet towel: "It's not a microwave, it's a porridge pot."
"I don't care what you cook, but you are not allowed to enter the kitchen in the future!"
After Chen Yinyang yelled with all his strength, he still felt unhappy: "Why on earth are you making porridge!"
"Shut up." Ji Fengli's half-black face looked extremely scary: "If you have the strength to scream, it seems you are fine."
"I..." Chen Yinyang immediately shrank back and sniffed: "If you want to eat, you can go to the cafeteria..."
"I don't like it." Ji Fengli threw away the wet towel and picked up Chen Yinyang: "Clean up the kitchen with me."
"Why should I be held responsible when it's obviously your fault?" Chen Yinyang muttered dissatisfiedly. Although he was mentally prepared, he was still shocked when he saw the view of the kitchen.
The ground was covered with dark, unknown substances. The originally white pot was also smoked black, and the stove was even messed up by spilled rice.
Chen Yinyang glanced at Ji Fengli, whose expression remained unchanged, and sighed: "I don't have the strength now. I can help you cook, but you have to wipe the floor."
"Cooking first." Ji Fengli took out a pot from behind like magic.
Chen Yinyang felt that the top of his head was smoking like a kettle, and he was so angry that he could only say one word: "Okay, okay, okay!"
After finding a place where he could put his feet, Chen Yinyang poured the rice into the pot, poured in boiling water, adjusted the heat and stirred it for a few times, and also looked around to see if there was any poison nearby that he could put in.
Ji Fengli stared at the magical pot and said thoughtfully: "Shouldn't the fire be turned to the maximum?"
Chen Yinyang gave him a weak look: "Then just wait and clean up the kitchen. Don't move it. I'll come back later to check the heat."
Finally, when the porridge was cooked, the kitchen was almost tidied up by Ji Fengli. Originally, Chen Yinyang wanted to put some unknown substance in the porridge, but he gave up because he was afraid of retaliation.
After filling the porridge and placing it heavily on the table, Chen Yinyang felt as if all his strength had been drained from his body, and he lay down on the sofa tiredly.
Have you made a mistake? You are a patient! Why do you have to serve a housework idiot?
Chen Yinyang shouted in his heart, but Ji Fengli unexpectedly pushed the porridge in front of him: "Eat."
Is this bowl of porridge for him?
Chen Yinyang lowered his head to look at the porridge, and looked at Ji Fengli in disbelief.
Ji Fengli was staring at yesterday's meal, picking out a piece of carrot with a fork, looking at it for a long time before eating it.
Chen Yinyang hesitantly picked up the spoon and stirred it twice, but he had no appetite.
"What I hate most is sick people." Ji Fengli put down his chopsticks and said softly: "If you are not well tomorrow, you will be thrown out together with your toys."
"Hmph, who would believe it!" Chen Yinyan said stiffly, but when he saw Ji Fengli's cold eyes, he slowly stuffed the rice into his mouth without any hope.
"I've finished eating..." Putting the empty bowl on the table, Chen Yinyang fell on the sofa with his head swollen. He couldn't stand it anymore. He really couldn't get up this time.
But Ji Fengli still didn't let him go. He roughly stuffed a thermometer into his mouth and forced him to take medicine before he could rest quietly.
Before going to bed, Chen Yinyang's last remaining consciousness was still thinking about what to do to Ji Fengli when I got better, but he slowly couldn't resist the invasion of sleep and closed his eyelids.
Ji Fengli looked at Chen Yinyang's sleeping face and took out a blanket from the room to cover him.
It might get better this way faster.
After doing all this, Ji Fengli found the newspaper he had not read last time, sat next to Chen Yinyang and studied it carefully.
Perhaps the familiar breath gave him a sense of security, so Chen Yin sat next to Ji Fengli and let out a steady breath.
The bright sunshine poured into the living room. Ji Fengli put down the newspaper and looked at the warm light, feeling peaceful in his heart.