MTL - Wear To the High School Days of Iceberg O-Chapter 24

After feeding the porridge, Jiang Shuyi took Wen Yao's temperature.

38.7 degrees.

Jiang Shuyi looked at the temperature displayed by the thermometer and bit his lip.

Jiang Shuyi took out the medicine he brought, and after mixing the medicines by category, he put the medicine in Wen Yao's hand, "Take the medicine."

Wen Yao nodded.

Jiang Shuyi sat beside her, and handed her a book of warm water.

Wen Yao leaned quietly on the bed and washed down the medicine with water.

She looked weakly at the snow falling outside the window, which might become even bigger later.

"..."

"Do you still want to drink water?" Jiang Shuyi asked.

"It's going to snow heavily, Jiang Shuyi." Wen Yao said incoherently.

Jiang Shuyi glanced at the snow outside the window, nodded, "It seems like, you still want to drink—"

"It's going to snow heavily, you should go," before she finished speaking, Wen Yao reminded the main meaning of what she said just now, "I won't be able to go back any later."

Jiang Shuyi was stunned for a moment, she looked at the snow outside the window, and murmured a bit stubbornly: "...I won't go."

Wen Yao frowned, and looked at Jiang Shuyi with some scrutiny, as if asking why.

"I can't go."

Jiang Shuyi grabbed Wen Yao's fingertips.

"..." Wen Yao paused.

Jiang Shuyi looked at her like this, and said sophistry: "You said it all, the snow is already this big."

"It's time to get a taxi."

"And you still have a fever," Jiang Shuyi explained his reasons somewhat awkwardly, "How can I leave?"

The snow wind hit the glass and made a bleak sound.

Snowflakes are flying in the sky outside the window.

"..."

Wen Yao looked at Jiang Shuyi holding his hand, without any change on his face, "I've never seen you who are so good at asking for trouble."

--

It was already late at night when Wen Yao opened his eyes again.

The sound of wind and snow outside the window had disappeared, and the lights were turned off at some point, and the refreshing scent of lemon balm spread in the dark room.

Her palms are warm.

With a temperature that won't make you feel uneasy even if you wake up in the dark.

No need to think about who brought the temperature.

--

The next morning, Jiang Shuyi opened her eyes in a daze. She moved her shoulders, and the blanket on her shoulders slipped to the ground at some point.

Jiang Shuyi picked up the blanket, looked at the window, it was still dark, and the dawn sky looked royal blue.

Probably because of sitting on the chair for a long time, Jiang Shuyi felt a little sore in his body.

Wen Yao also woke up, she slowly turned her head and looked at Jiang Shuyi, "Would you like to come and sleep on my bed?"

Her voice came back a little bit.

Wen Yao's jet-black hair was a bit messy and scattered on his shoulders, and there was an indescribable decadent aesthetic feeling in the dim dawn.

Jiang Shuyi's shoulders shook, and he quickly shook his head, "No, there's no need."

Not to mention that she can't do things like snatching a patient's bed, just thinking about lying on her bed makes her feel like she can't fall asleep.

"Are you awake?" Jiang Shuyi asked.

"Um."

Jiang Shuyi glanced at Wen Yao, then stretched out his hand to touch Wen Yao's forehead.

Wen Yao looked into Jiang Shuyi's eyes without moving.

"It seems that the fever has subsided." Jiang Shuyi breathed a sigh of relief, and it was worthwhile that she helped Wen Yao change the anti-fever stickers a few times at night.

She reached out and took the thermometer to her, "Use this to test again."

"Um."

Wen Yao slowly unbuttoned the collar, and quietly clamped the thermometer under his arm.

The delicate knuckles loosened the collar, and the one that was usually hidden in the collar

Jiang Shuyi looked at the mole that he was fairly familiar with, and quickly turned his head away abruptly.

"...But even if your fever subsides today, I suggest you rest at home for a day." While changing the subject, she hurried to the kitchen to heat up the porridge cooked yesterday.

The delicate mole lingered in her mind, causing her to beat a few eggs vigorously and pour the hot rice porridge into it.

After a while, Wen Yao took out the thermometer from his armpit, "The fever is gone."

"Ah, is it? That's good."

Jiang Shuyi absentmindedly nodded repeatedly.

She put the spoon in, and put the cooked porridge in front of Wen Yao.

"..." Wen Yao took a look

She seemed to be dissatisfied and looked at Jiang Shuyi without saying a word.

"What's wrong? Are you not hungry?"

Jiang Shuyi stood in front of the sink and looked at Wen Yao with some doubts.

"Feed me yesterday," Wen Yao looked at the porridge spoon with a calm tone, "Aren't you going to feed me today?"

"..."

Hearing these words, Jiang Shuyi's head almost hit the dishwashing cabinet, and the pot in his hand almost fell to the ground.

She restrained her expression, trying to see something from Wen Yao's face.

But Omega, who said the shocking words, has picked up the spoon unconsciously, and calmly scooped up the porridge and put it into his mouth.

As if nothing happened. Be calm.

—So, can someone come and tell me what Wen Yao said just now?

—What does she mean?

Jiang Shuyi absent-mindedly washed the dishes, feeling like his head was going to explode.

--

Soon, Wen Yao put down the spoon.

"Can't eat anymore?"

Jiang Shuyi reckoned that she couldn't eat anymore. People who usually only eat a little at noon, how much can they eat if they are hungry in the morning?

Yesterday, I ate two small bowls because I hadn't eaten all day. Today, I really can't eat too much.

"En." Wen Yao nodded.

"It's okay." Jiang Shuyi looked at the porridge that was less than a bowl left, and felt that it was not appropriate to put it back in the refrigerator.

Jiang Shuyi remembered that he hadn't had breakfast either, so he happened to be a little hungry, so he took the bowl in front of Wen Yao's face and ate it.

"..."

Wen Yao's eyes fell on the spoon he had used in Jiang Shuyi's hand, he hesitated to speak.

"Huh?" Jiang Shuyi put another mouthful of porridge into his mouth, seeing Wen Yao's hesitant expression, stopped the spoon in his hand, "What's wrong?"

"No," Wen Yao pursed his lips and looked away, "It's nothing..."