Chu Shiye stepped out of the door, thought of something, and looked back.
Ji Mian lay quietly on the bed, with a faint light falling on his pale face and his drooping eyelashes casting a light shadow.
Chu Shiye, who originally wanted to go out, turned back and walked to the bed without saying a word.
Ji Mian turned his head towards him: "Aren't you going out?"
Chu Shiye shook his head.
Ji Mian realized something and said, "Don't worry, nothing will happen to me. Those people probably won't dare to come back for a while."
Chu Shiye still didn't say anything. He weighed the corner of the quilt for Ji Mian and stood motionless by the bed like a silent rock.
Ji Mian: Okay.
He closed his eyes and continued to rest.
Although his sight did not reach him, he knew that Chu Shiye was there.
When he was sick, someone stayed by his side all the time. It seemed like he hadn't experienced this for a long time.
Not long after, Ji Mian's breathing became shallow and even. Chu Shiye stood up silently, took out a thin black cube from under the workbench, lit up the screen, and tapped something on it with his fingers.
If Ji Mian opened his eyes, he would find that this was an old-fashioned communicator, which had long been extinct in the capital star or some prosperous galaxies.
Two hours after the communicator was turned on, someone knocked on the door. Chu Shiye opened the door and brought back a bag of takeout.
The aroma of food filled the room. Chu Shiye said, "Come and eat. Then take some medicine."
Ji Mian was not asleep, but just resting his eyes. Hearing this, he slowly stood up and pressed his forehead.
My mental strength has recovered a little and my fever is almost gone.
Chu Shiye: "Will you feel dizzy?"
Ji Mian: “Not bad.”
He was about to get out of bed, but Chu Shiye gently held his shoulder: "Don't move, I'll do it."
A table was dragged to the bedside, just high enough for Ji Mian to sit and eat. The dishes and chopsticks were neatly arranged, with a cup of warm water next to them.
Chu Shiye laid out the takeaways he ordered one by one. They were all small dishes that went well with rice. The portion of each dish was not large, but the dishes were rich and varied. Because he didn't know Ji Mian's taste, he ordered a round of spicy, sour, and sweet dishes.
Ji Mian: "It seems a bit much. I'm sorry to have cost you a lot of money."
Chu Shiye: "It didn't cost any money."
The two of them sat down to eat, and as their cups and chopsticks clinked lightly, Chu Shiye's eyes dropped slightly.
Su Lan seems to prefer sweets.
Among the side dishes, he rarely ate the spicier ones, except for the maple syrup spareribs, which he ate relatively more.
Ji Mian put down his chopsticks, picked up the cup and took a sip of water. Chu Shiye asked, "Would you like some candy?"
Ji Mian immediately said, "Thank you, no, I don't like candy."
Chu Shiye: "Oh."
He picked up the last piece of maple glazed pork ribs on the plate.
Ji Mian's eyes swept across the spareribs very lightly, like a dragonfly skimming the water.
Chu Shiye's expression remained unchanged. He turned his chopsticks in mid-air and dropped them into Ji Mian's bowl.
Ji Mian blinked: "Don't you want it?"
Chu Shiye: "I don't like sweet things."
This sentence is indeed correct. Ji Mian raised his eyes slightly: "Thank you, you are such a good..."
Chu Shiye: "Let's eat."
The spareribs were soft and sticky, and the meat and bones were easily separated. A light sweetness spread in the mouth. Ji Mian said, "I used to cook."