The light in the living room was a bit dim, and there were a few sneakers lying messily on the ground at the door.
Yu Wanwan changed her slippers and stood at the door of his house, hesitatingly calling out "Han Ye, Han Ye??"
The room was silent, and there was no response at all.
Are you asleep?
Yu Wanwan put down her schoolbag, walked lightly to the door of Han Ye's bedroom, and pushed the door open.
The curtains in his room were not drawn, and it was the setting sun at this moment, and a smear of orange afterglow outside the window spilled on the floor through the glass window.
On the big bed in the center of the room, there was a faint figure lying there wrapped in a quilt, and a bowl was placed on the bedside table next to it.
Yu Wanwan walked to the bed and glanced at Han Ye who was lying on the bed. His face was pale, there were two faint blushes on his cheeks, and a pair of delicate eyebrows were tightly wrinkled in his sleep. It seemed to be very cold, and the quilt was wrapped tightly around his body.
She reached out and touched his forehead lightly, the temperature in her palm was astonishingly hot.
She turned her head and glanced at the bowl on the bedside table. There was half a bowl of granules in it, but when she reached out to touch the bowl, it was already cold.
It is estimated that when Shen Liangyu sent her a message, this bowl of medicine had already been placed on the bedside table, and it is already evening, obviously this guy didn't drink medicine at all.
Yu Wanwan couldn't help frowning. She picked up the medicine bowl on the bedside table, took it to the kitchen, put it in the microwave to heat it, then brought it back, stood by the bed, and called Han Ye in a low voice. "Han Ye, Han Ye, get up and take your medicine..."
Han Ye, who was drowsy in his sleep, only felt hot and cold. He had already wrapped the quilt tightly, but he still felt extremely cold, but after a while, he felt extremely hot again.
Just when he was suffering alternately from hot and cold, a familiar voice whispered his name softly in his ear.
The voice sounded familiar, he should have heard it somewhere, but in a daze of sleep, he couldn't remember whose voice it was.
"Han Ye, Han Ye!!" Seeing that there was no response after calling him several times, Yu Wanwan called him a few more times with louder volume.
"Hmm..." Han also opened his eyes in a daze. The light in the room was a little dim, and there was a person standing beside his bed.
The afterglow of the golden sunset outside the window sprinkled on her body, coating her whole body with a light golden halo. On her fair and pink cheeks, a pair of big black and white eyes were looking at him with concern, A few strands of soft long hair fell on her shoulders along her slender neck. Although there was no wind in the room, he felt as if a breeze was blowing at this moment.
At that moment, Han also suddenly felt that he seemed to see an angel in a haze.
"Han Ye, are you awake?" Yu Wanwan stood by the bed, watched him finally open his eyes slowly, and sat beside him in surprise, took the medicine bowl in his hand and said, "Quick, Obediently drink the medicine."
The familiar unpleasant smell of medicine immediately filled Han Ye's nostrils again.
Han couldn't help but frown, the angel holding the medicine bowl is not an angel.
And why does this angel look so much like Yu Wanwan?
Could it be that he really thinks every day and dreams at night?