"Don't worry, Mr. San, the fever will subside in the afternoon. In this season, you are most likely to suffer from respiratory infections such as tonsillitis. Take care of yourself for a few days and you will be fine..."
He breathed a sigh of relief.
Cold medicine always makes you drowsy.
When Yan Xixian opened her eyes, it was already late at night.
The room was dark, without any light.
She felt a little hot and was covered in sweat. One hand instinctively stretched out of the quilt, but was quickly held down and returned to the quilt.
She felt a little strange, as if it was a feeling she hadn't seen for a long time.
Being in a warm embrace, lying there for a long time... It would have felt strange at first, but at this moment, it didn't feel strange at all.
Just like a habit.
It had been a long time since she had gotten used to this kind of embrace.
But on nights like this, she forgot who he was.
She reached out her hand again, and the big hand grabbed her and stuffed her back into the quilt, half complaining, half arrogant: "Silly girl, your habits are really bad, don't always stretch your arms out... This is the best way. It’s easy to catch the cold…”
He simply hugged her completely and wrapped the quilt tightly: "You will sweat when you have a cold. Just bear with it. When the sun comes up and you sweat profusely, you will be fine..."
Her voice was hoarse and she was unable to resist, so she had to be restrained by him, and soon fell asleep again.
However, while half asleep and half awake, she reached out her hand, intertwined her fingers, and held his hand tightly.
"Thin...thin?"
She leaned sideways in his arms and screamed loudly again. Because her nose was blocked, her voice sounded like a bellows.
"Xixi, drink some more water...have another drink..."
He let go, but she held his hand tightly, as if she was afraid that he would leave.
He smiled bitterly, turned sideways and hugged her with his other hand, saying to himself: Forget it if you don't drink.
I was suddenly very happy in my heart. At this moment, this woman slowly became more like Yan Xixi - only when she was weak and helpless would she completely let go of her guard.
It's a new day again.
Four exquisite side dishes and a big bowl of steaming pumpkin porridge.
When Yan Xixi opened her eyes, she couldn't believe it.
Someone came out of the kitchen with a smile on his face: "You can eat after washing up. If you have a cold, you should drink more porridge. Silly girl, if you drink a few bowls of hot porridge, all diseases will be eliminated. If you don't believe it, just give it a try... "
She sat on the bed blankly, looking at him stupidly.
It seems that I have only returned to real life at this moment - my mind has returned to its original place.
A long time ago, when she was sick, he took care of her in the same way, served her carefully and cooked many delicious dishes.
The reason why she remembered it so clearly was because in her life, except for her father, no man had ever taken the trouble to take care of such a trivial matter.
Except him.
I vaguely remember that when she had her first miscarriage, he served her like this; once she was sick, he also served her like this; just like today, he was smiling: "Xixi, let's eat something casually in the morning, and I'll make a big meal at noon." For you to eat... No, I can't eat grilled lamb chops this time, I'll make something else for you..."
"..."
She was faintly heartbroken.
Do we need the noble and heroic feelings of separation and death, or do we need the trivial and ordinary mutual support?
Ordinary people rarely have time to part ways with each other in life, but oil, salt, soy and vinegar are with them throughout their lives.
"Silly girl, why are you staring at me so stupidly? I have flowers on my face?"
"..."
She let out a long sigh: "Big foot-picking guy... Aren't you going to go to work? You've been so busy..."
"..."
"Is it worth wasting time on such trivial matters?"
He rolled his eyes at her and laughed: "Miss, can you stop pushing me all the time? Time is just like that ditch. If you squeeze in, there is always time..."
"Can I squeeze it in for a lifetime?"
He suddenly took off his apron and came over: "Miss, do you want to hear the truth or a lie?"
