Although she took a hot bath yesterday and drank the ginger and brown sugar water that Si Yiyan prepared for her, Wen Xinya still fell ill.
She started to have a fever at three in the morning. Because he slept in the same bed with Si Yiyan, he quickly discovered Wen Xinya's physical condition and quickly found a doctor to see her.
The doctor said that she just caught a cold from the wind and would be fine after two days of intravenous drip. However, Wen Xinya hated injections and acted like a spoiled child. Si Yiyan had no choice but to let the doctor prescribe some medicine and sent the doctor away.
After she took the medicine, Si Yiyan used a warm handkerchief to help her reduce the fever physically. Because of the fever, she felt weak all over and her head was dizzy, so she fell asleep again.
She vaguely felt Si Yiyan changing the handkerchief on her forehead from time to time, and occasionally reaching out to test her body temperature. When she was sweating and sticky, he would always wipe her exposed skin with the warm handkerchief.
Gradually, she felt that her body was not so hot, and her head was not so confused and heavy, and she finally fell asleep.
After sleeping until early in the morning, Wen Xinya subconsciously touched her forehead and found that the fever had subsided!
Thinking of Si Yiyan's meticulous and considerate care last night, her heart was filled with joy and sweetness. She had never been taken care of like this in her two lifetimes.
Wen Xinya wore Si Yiyan's too long nightgown and dragged her slippers out of the room. Si Yiyan was not in the living room. She searched around the house and finally found him in the kitchen.
He was wearing a dark purple shirt. That noble and beautiful color made him look even more noble and mysterious, and it made him look even more imposing, with a transcendent aura hidden in his plainness.
While talking on the phone, he stirred the porridge in the pot and said, "Every grain of rice has blossomed and the fragrance has spread. I tasted it and it's soft and sticky. Is it ready for toppings?"
Si Yiyan picked up a small white porcelain bowl, filled it with half a bowl of porridge, then poured the red bean paste and osmanthus honey he had prepared earlier onto the fragrant and glutinous porridge. He then took a sip with a small spoon, his mouth full of fragrance, and it seemed to taste good, but he had never been a fan of sweets, so he didn't know if this was the taste.
Wen Xinya thought about what she said last night when she was acting coquettishly. She didn't expect Si Yiyan to actually cook sweet porridge for her. The air was filled with the unique fragrance of coix seed, mixed with the sweetness of red bean paste and the fragrance of osmanthus. Suddenly, she felt touched.
Wen Xinya quietly walked forward, suddenly wrapped her arms around his waist from behind, and put her little face on his thin and slender back, rubbing it twice: "I didn't expect that Xia Sijiu Shao is not only good at being a lady, but also good at cooking! He is simply a three-good man."
"I only meet two of the three standards of a good man." Si Yiyan let her hold him like this, feeling her full attachment to him, stirring the porridge in the pot, afraid that it would become mushy again.
"Which two?" Everyone has a different understanding of the three good men. Wen Xinya suddenly became curious about how he understood it.
Si Yiyan replied with a smile: "If you can go shopping, you can also cook in the kitchen!"
Wen Xinya couldn't help but smile and asked, "What's the other thing you didn't do?"
"I didn't do it..." Si Yiyan's tone was full of laughter and playfulness. His tone was long and lingering, with a hint of charm. He turned around suddenly, hugged her tightly, and whispered in her ear: "You can get into bed!"
"You rascal!" Wen Xinya couldn't help but punch him. Her face was instantly stained with rouge, like a gorgeous blooming hibiscus flower, charming and beautiful, shockingly beautiful.
"I'm just waiting for you to grow up and do the third thing. Only then can I be called a good man." Si Yiyan gently kissed the corners of her pale and dry lips, and his tongue slid across her lips with gentle care.
The softness between her lips was a little wet, and her dry lips felt refreshed. Wen Xinya's face turned even redder: "Pervert."
Si Yiyan lowered his voice, and his clear and mellow voice became more charming and seductive: "Women's sexual happiness is what men value most... I value it too!"
Wen Xinya stared at Si Yiyan with hot cheeks.
Seeing that she was angry, Si Yiyan thought that she was still sick, so he stopped teasing her. He looked at her slightly haggard face, her pale skin as clean as jade with a hint of pink, and reached out to gently touch her forehead: "The fever has subsided. The doctor said that as long as the fever is gone, there will be nothing serious."
Wen Xinya watched his beautiful brows relax and the corners of his lips curl up into a faint smile, as soft and delicate as a petal of cherry blossom.
Si Yiyan asked in a low voice: "Are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere else? Does your head still hurt? You said your throat was dry and sore yesterday. Do you feel better today?"
Si Yiyan thought of her squatting at the entrance of Jiayuan Club last night in the sub-zero temperature and biting cold wind, and his heart shrank for no reason. She was right, he should not have any hesitation or doubt. As long as he had an open mind, he would be able to remain calm and composed in any situation, and would not change his face even if Mount Tai collapsed in front of him.
Wen Xinya shook her head and said, "I just don't have much strength in my body, I don't feel any other discomfort!"
Si Yiyan couldn't help but feel relieved: "After having a fever, I'm dehydrated and feel weak. I'll be fine after eating something and resting for two days."
Wen Xinya pouted and the smile on her face grew wider and wider.
Si Yiyan added: "The doctor said you should rest. Why don't you sleep a little longer in bed after you wake up?"
Wen Xinya looked at Si Yiyan pitifully, like a child asking for candy: "I'm hungry and can't sleep. I haven't eaten anything since last night."
I had a small gathering with Zhou Tianyu and the others last night. I didn't eat anything because I was worried about Si Yiyan. Later, Si Yiyan took me to Jiayuan. I only drank a bowl of shredded ginger and brown sugar, and I didn't feel very hungry. Now, when I smell the long-missed taste of sugar porridge, I feel starving.
Si Yiyan smiled and said, "You go out first. I'll make you some sugar porridge. It will be ready soon."
Wen Xinya took advantage of the situation and came to the stove. The first thing she saw was a mess of porridge in a glass container on the stove. Some of it was uncooked, and some was burnt. "This is..."
The seemingly simple sugar porridge is not easy to cook. She knew this a long time ago. She was wondering how Si Yiyan could cook such a fragrant sugar porridge just by listening to other people's instructions over the phone. It turned out that... he had started cooking it a long time ago and tried it again and again without getting tired of it.
It looked like he had been busy for at least three or four hours. He probably started learning how to cook sugar porridge after she fell ill with a fever yesterday.
Her eyes suddenly turned red, and she couldn't help choking and said, "I asked you to make sugar porridge for me myself, I was just teasing you, why are you so stupid!"