Lu Yunchu was choked by his saliva and kept coughing.
Wen Zhan quickly put down the food plate, hurried over, and touched her forehead with a serious face.
His waist was right in front of Lu Yunchu.
The apron was tied tightly, perfectly showing off his slender waist.
She coughed even louder.
Wen Zhan withdrew his hand in confusion. He didn't have a fever, so why was he coughing so badly
He worriedly wrote in the notebook: Eat something to fill my stomach first, then take some typhoid medicine and have a good rest.
Lu Yunchu's eyes flickered from his fair, slender fingers to his waist - it was still winter, and he could look so good even with such thick clothes. If it was summer... If he didn't wear anything...
"Cough, cough, cough!" Her face turned red and she covered her mouth and coughed violently.
Wen Zhan became even more panicked and annoyed that he didn't know any medical skills.
He wanted to write something on the notebook, but Lu Yunchu held him down. She calmed her breath and tried to speak in a serious tone, "I'm fine. I just choked on my saliva."
Wen Zhan was skeptical. How could a person be choked by saliva repeatedly
As he searched, he lowered his eyes slightly, a trace of sadness appeared between his brows, and the corners of his eyes turned up, forming an arc that was both bitter and charming.
The beauty frowned, and that hint of sadness was the most tempting, and this beauty was wearing an apron.
Lu Yunchu's throat started to itch again. She cleared her throat to get rid of those dirty thoughts. Damn it! Why did I make an apron for Wen Zhan to wear on New Year's Eve just for the sake of bad taste? It's funny, but I'm torturing myself.
Hearing her clearing her throat, Wen Zhan quickly put down the notebook and walked quickly to the table to pour her a cup of hot water.
He came over with the teacup and handed the water to Lu Yunchu.
Lu Yunchu shook his head: "I'm fine, cough, cough, I won't cough if you don't hang around like this in front of me."
Wen Zhan's hand holding the teacup froze.
He didn't know what he had done wrong, and he pulled the teacup back helplessly. Why? Was it because he admitted his sobriety yesterday? Did he do something wrong? If he didn't admit it, she would still treat him the same as before, and she wouldn't look at him too much, just give him a little pity. Was he pushing too much, and wanted too much...
Seeing him with his head down, Lu Yunchu didn't know what he was thinking, so he reminded him, "Um, take off your apron."
Wen Zhan looked up and was relieved to see that she looked normal. It turned out to be this dress. Was he wearing it wrong? Would he make her angry by casually wearing the dress she had sewn herself
He must learn more. Wen Zhan asked in the notebook: This dress cannot be worn out of the kitchen, right
The corners of Lu Yunchu's mouth curled up strangely again. She tried to suppress it and said with a smile: "Well, it's not impossible. It's just... well, if you wear it in the bedroom, there are other ways to wear it."
So that's it. Wen Zhan frowned and nodded, remembering it firmly.
—How to wear it
Lu Yunchu couldn't hold it back any longer, biting his lower lip tightly, and met Wen Zhan's inquiring eyes, hesitatingly saying: "I'll teach you when I have the chance in the future."
Seeing that she was reluctant to tell him, Wen Zhan nodded and silently put away the notebook, knowing his limits very well.
He first brought the food tray over and put it down before reaching behind his back to untie the straps.
Lu Yunchu's eyes wandered around, and he tried to straighten his mind. I just took off my apron, I still have it on underneath! Don't smile!
Wen Zhan carefully folded the apron he took off, thought for a while, and wrote in the notebook: Will it get dirty if I wear it? Can I wash it and put it back
Lu Yunchu was shocked. The image of Wen Zhan washing and hanging clothes popped up in his mind. It was too inappropriate. No way! No male mother!
She shook her head frantically: "No, really no."
Wen Zhan nodded and took note of it.
He smiled softly at her, his eyes falling on the food plate, motioning her to eat while it was hot.
Lu Yunchu still had his hands hidden in the quilt. He was already feeling weak due to his illness, and he felt even colder with only his undershirt on.
Even though she was a little hungry, she still didn't take her arms out of the quilt immediately. She looked lazy and seemed to have no appetite.
Although Wen Zhan only heated up the food and it wasn't bad, he was still afraid that Lu Yunchu would dislike it.
He had just tried it, and it tasted delicious. But he had only a few memories of delicious food, all brought by Lu Yunchu, so he couldn't judge whether the "delicious food" in his mind was really delicious.
He helped Lu Yunchu place the chopsticks, and then used a spoon to gently stir the rice porridge to dissipate the heat. His movements were smooth and considerate, and Lu Yunchu inexplicably wanted to be lazy and act like a spoiled child.
She suddenly said, "I have no strength left in me."
Wen Zhan thought about how he felt weak all over when he had typhoid fever. His eyes softened as he looked at Lu Yunchu. He wanted to persuade her that she would be able to recover after eating and taking a good sleep.
Just as I wrote a word on the notebook, I heard Lu Yunchu continue: "I can't lift my hands, can you feed me?"
As soon as he started to write the second character, the paper was torn with a "swish".
Wen Zhan looked up in astonishment, his eyes slightly widened, not sure if he had heard it wrong.
The tenderness and compassion on his face disappeared completely, turning into awkward shyness and panic that he tried hard to hide.
It only takes one sentence to go from a male mom to a furious cat.
Lu Yunchu condemned himself in his heart, and then softened his voice and said, "I'm so hungry, but I can't lift my hands."
It was so fake, as if the person who had just coughed so loudly was not her.
But Wen Zhan was easily fooled. In his mind, whatever Lu Yunchu said was true, and he never thought that she would lie.
His fingertips trembled twice, and he was very conflicted.
Lu Yunchu acted as if he was going to die at any moment, and muttered, "Bring the medicine here, I won't take it anymore, just drink it all in one go and go to sleep."
This is not good for the stomach, so Wen Zhan would certainly not allow her to do so.
After Lu Yunchu finished speaking, he buried his head weakly. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Wen Zhan sitting stiffly beside the bed. He wondered if he had failed to deceive him or if his acting skills were not good enough.
Suddenly, Wen Zhan in the peripheral vision moved, and a bony hand grasped the white porcelain spoon.
His face was serious as he gently stirred the porridge. He glanced at Lu Yunchu quickly and then looked away, not daring to look her in the eye.
Lu Yunchu suppressed the joy in his heart, pretended to be calm, raised his head and leaned forward.
There is no way to feed her porridge without watching her.
Wen Zhan silently moved his gaze back, to the forehead, to the tip of the nose, and finally realized that it must fall on the lips.
Lu Yunchu felt him handing her a porcelain spoon, and she hurriedly took it. When she touched it, she discovered that the porcelain spoon was shaking violently.
When Wen Zhancai was rescued, the wound on his wrist was so deep that the bone was visible. Even so, his hands did not shake so violently when he held a pen or picked up chopsticks.
Lu Yunchu almost burst out laughing.
She bit the porcelain spoon.
Wen Zhan no longer had a wandering look in his eyes and didn't dare to look at her. His eyes widened in shock and he didn't know whether he should hold the porcelain spoon tightly or not.
Lu Yunchu bit the spoon and slowly drank the porridge. After finishing it, he calmly turned his head away.
Well, this time the porcelain spoon not only shook violently, but I even forgot to put it back.
She commented in a flat tone: "It's hot."
Wen Zhan came back to his senses, nodded hurriedly, hurriedly took back the porcelain spoon, put it into the porridge bowl, and stirred it hard to dissipate the heat.
Lu Yunchu was anxious. Aren’t you a male mother? Can’t you even do the basic step of blowing the porridge
Wen Zhan stirred it for a while, touched the bowl with his hand, and felt that the temperature was about right. He scooped up another spoonful of porridge and handed it to Lu Yunchu.
Lu Yunchu continued disappointedly, thinking about what he should say before continuing to make requests.
She drank her porridge in a disjointed manner without saying a word, and she looked really sick and listless.
Seeing her like this, Wen Zhan was no longer flustered. He fed her porridge carefully. After feeding her a few mouthfuls, he put down the porcelain spoon, picked up a steamed dumpling and put it in front of her mouth.
Lu Yunchu shook his head and there was no need to feed Jiaozi.
She held out her hand: "I feel bloated after drinking a few mouthfuls of porridge. I can do it myself."
Wen Zhan was confused and handed the chopsticks to her, always feeling that he had done something wrong.
Lu Yunchu was very energetic when he ate, and he didn't look sick. Wen Zhan felt relieved. He wrote in the notebook, "I'll go look after the medicine." and left.
Lu Yunchu looked at his back and pounded his thigh in disappointment, what a missed opportunity.
She slurped down her white porridge and steamed dumplings, then leaned back on the pillow and closed her eyes to rest.
About two moments later, Wen Zhan came over with the medicine soup. Seeing that she was resting with her eyes closed, he lightened his footsteps.
But the medicine had to be taken while it was hot, so he had to wake Lu Yunchu up.
Lu Yunchu was wearing a middle-length shirt, so he couldn't touch her shoulders. He could only push her arm through the quilt.
Lu Yunchu was about to open his eyes and drink the medicine, but when he sensed his movements, he instantly decided to play dead.
Wen Zhan pushed her several times but she didn't wake up, and he couldn't help but feel confused.
Based on her exposed shoulders, we can roughly estimate the position of her arms. It should be here. Why can't I wake her up by pushing her
Is it because the bedding is too thick
He increased the intensity.
Lu Yunchu continued to play dead.
Wen Zhan gave up, guessing that she must have been sleeping very deeply due to typhoid fever and therefore didn't notice it.
So he touched the top of Lu Yunchu's head, and Lu Yunchu tilted his head and pretended to continue sleeping.
Her head was messy from sleeping, with her hair pressed against his palm. It felt very strange. Wen Zhan didn't quite understand this feeling. It was as if his knees went weak and his heart softened as well.
He glanced at the steaming medicinal soup, frowned, paused, and touched her legs hidden under the quilt.
Not as good as an arm. Lu Yunchu felt his cautious attitude and almost fainted from laughing.
For Wen Zhan, legs are much more offensive than arms, so he had no choice but to choose this place.
If he wasn't mute, he could have called her name to wake her up.
Wen Zhan sighed in his heart, feeling very distressed.
He held the medicine bowl and stretched out his hand, about to reach over her head again, but after hesitating for a moment, he finally reached over her shoulder.
He placed his hand on her and shook her gently.
The middle garment was very thin, and although it would fall off at the first touch, he could still feel her body temperature.
The heat instantly spread from his palm to his whole body, and his heart suddenly beat wildly, out of control. He was panicking for no reason and wanted to take it back immediately.
Unexpectedly, the next second Lu Yunchu suddenly raised his head and caught him red-handed.
There was still a confused look on his face, his brows were furrowed because of the throbbing in his heart, and his serious and thoughtful look looked particularly cold.
As soon as Lu Yunchu raised his head, the cold mask on his face shattered instantly, and he took a half step back in panic.
His face was pale, which was particularly obvious when he was shy. The blush climbed up from his neck and spread all the way to his cheeks, and even his clear eyes were tinged with a hint of mist.
Wen Zhan raised his hands stiffly, wanting to explain.
Lu Yunchu curled the corners of his mouth, raised his hand, and under his gaze, touched the shoulder he had just touched.
Wen Zhan:!
His eyes widened, and he held his breath like a cat whose tail was suddenly touched.
He wanted to explain, but he couldn't speak. The pen and paper were still on the bedside, and he didn't dare to go over.
Lu Yunchu couldn't hold it in any longer and burst into laughter. He stood up, snatched the bowl from his hand, tilted his head back, drank it all in one gulp, stuffed it back into his hand, covered himself with the quilt, and fell asleep.
Wen Zhan held the empty bowl, still maintaining the same stiff posture. After a while, he blinked and took a few steps back in astonishment.
If you were to create a cartoon effect for his current appearance, there would definitely be a dizzy little man floating above his head.
Shocked and bewildered, he uttered a few words slowly: "Ah? Have I been deceived?"