She herself didn’t want others to ask what she was doing or where she was going because there were too many secrets that were difficult to explain, and she needed a lot of private space.
So, forget it.
Yi Qingqing sighed, closed the doors and windows, and went into the skill-learning space to study.
Time passed quickly, and it was already noon.
Yi Qingqing came out of the skill learning space, made lunch, and ate slowly. The door opposite was still not open.
Only then did she feel something was wrong.
She stood under the eaves and looked at the roof of the house opposite.
There was no smoke.
He hadn’t cooked yet.
The rain hadn’t stopped yet, so Yun Guyuan must still be in the house.
What could he be so busy about that he didn’t even have lunch?
She walked back and forth in the room, but she was still worried about him, so she decided to knock on the door.
In the dim room, Yun Guyuan was lying on the kang, sleeping uncomfortably, with a frown on his face, cold sweat all over his forehead, and pale lips.
Half asleep and half awake, he suddenly heard a knock on the door.
The first two knocks were fast, and the last one was slow, neither light nor heavy. It was her.
Yun Guyuan opened his eyes, threw back the quilt, and sat up, feeling a splitting headache.
He shook his head slightly, licked his cracked lips, walked to the door, and unbolted it.
The door slowly opened, and a gentle light illuminated the room. A lively figure warmed his heart. He felt that his illness had dissipated a little.
Yi Qingqing was still thinking about what kind of reasonable excuse to knock on the door, but when she saw his pale face, abnormal flushing, and chapped lips, she forgot everything.
She stood on tiptoe and reached out to touch his forehead.
So hot!
“You have a fever! Why are you wearing so little? Go back to bed and lie down!”
Yi Qingqing saw that he was only wearing a vest on his upper body. Although he was more exposed than yesterday, she didn’t have any romantic thoughts at all.
She just thought that he was so stupid that he didn’t say a word when he was sick.
Did he have a fever last night?
If she had known, she would knock on the door to check no matter what she thought in the morning.
Having a fever was not fun!
After she finished speaking, she saw Yun Guyuan still standing still, staring at her in a daze.
She didn’t know what he was thinking about, so she suddenly became anxious.
Without saying a word, she grabbed his arm, dragged him into the room, pushed him to the edge of the kang, stuffed him into the quilt, and wrapped him up like a silkworm pupa.
If she wasn’t afraid that he would lose face, she would have hugged him and thrown him into the bed.
“Lie down well. I’ll make you some brown sugar water and then heat the kang for you. Cover yourself to sweat, and the cold will go away.”
“Look, are you stupid? It must be because you didn’t even change your clothes yesterday and just made ginger tea, so you caught a cold.”
“Why didn’t you tell me when you were feeling unwell? How long are you going to hold on if I don’t knock on the door?”
“And you’re here to open the door wearing so little!”
“How important is your health? If you get burned, I…”
Yi Qingqing kept muttering, but she didn’t stop the work in her hands.
After heating the kang, she went back to her room to get a thermos, made a bowl of hot brown sugar water, and brought it to Yun Guyuan’s bedside.
“Drink something. Your mouth is dry and your body is dehydrated. You need to replenish some water!”
Yun Guyuan pursed his lips and did not move.
“What’s wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere else?” Yi Qingqing asked worriedly.
Yun Guyuan shook his head, “I don’t have the strength.”
“Then, I’ll feed you.” Yi Qingqing said without any hesitation.
Being sick was a terrible thing for her and must not be neglected.
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Translator’s Comment:
Oh, Author-sama, why is there no ‘Sugar-Sprinkling Little Theater’ when there are so many sweet scenes? Hehe~
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