shine on her star

He Jiyang took a look, but didn't open his mouth.
He asked, "Are you feeding me?"

Ren Qian was not polite because he was a patient, because his mouth was still poisonous when he was sick: "Why don't you eat it yourself?"

I have never seen such a troublesome patient.

The corners of He Jiyang's lips curled up uncontrollably.

Ren Qian noticed.

She thought to herself, what is this guy happy about?
Was it exciting to enslave her?
Then she will have to find a chance to enslave him next time.

Being patient, Ren Qian fed He Jiyang porridge mouthful by mouthful.

He didn't stop until he shook his head and said he couldn't eat anymore.

In fact, I didn't eat much, I only ate some vegetables, the beef and eggs were not touched, and I drank half a bowl of porridge.

It can be regarded as eating something, and I can take medicine.

While tidying up the porridge bowl, Ren Qian asked, "Where is the medicine?"

He Jiyang glanced outside the bedroom: "It's on the coffee table in the living room."

With that said, he was about to get up.

Ren Qian stopped: "Lie down and don't move, I'll get it for you."

Saying that, she took the instant bowl with half of the porridge left and went out.

When he came in again, he had a glass of warm water and a box of antipyretics in his hand.

Putting down her things, Ren Qian asked, "Where is your medicine cabinet?"

She wanted to take He Jiyang's temperature.

According to the instructions on the medicine box, you don't need to take this medicine if you don't have a fever.

The medicine is three-point poisonous, it is better not to take it or not to take it.

He Jiyang turned sideways and opened the first drawer of the bedside table: "Here."

Ren Qian felt it from the moment she entered the door.

Although his house is decorated beautifully, the interior furnishings are not simple enough.

Take his bedroom as an example, a bed, bedside tables on both sides, a wardrobe on the front and side, and then it's gone.

Where is this my own home? Compared with hotels, it seems a bit simple.

So Ren Qian asked casually, "Do you usually live here?"

If he lived all the time, his life would be too boring.

He Jiyang nodded: "I live here most of the time, and occasionally I go back to He's house to visit my parents."

After a pause, he asked, "What's wrong?"

Ren Qian flicked the thermometer to reset the scale to zero, and said, "Then your place is too monotonous, I thought it was a place you rented."

Hearing this, He Jiyang smiled faintly: "My account is registered here."

Ren Qian said "Oh" and did not continue this topic.

She brought the thermometer to He Jiyang's mouth: "Open your mouth and take your temperature."

After a few minutes, Ren Qian stood up, held the thermometer to a place with bright light, and looked at it for a long time.

38 degrees six.

Still burning.

She wiped the thermometer with alcohol cotton, shook it again and reset it to zero for the next use.

Seeing him take the medicine and drink the water, Ren Qian said: "You have a good rest."

He Jiyang hurriedly asked: "Are you going back?"

So soon, we are leaving.

But yes, it is already very good to take care of him to eat and then take medicine.

However, unexpectedly, Ren Qian shook her head: "Don't leave now, wait until your fever subsides. If I leave, if you are seriously ill and there is no one around to help, wouldn't that be bad?"

Fever can be a big or small disease, even if he goes back before the fever subsides, Ren Qian will not feel at ease.

Just stay and take care of it.

"Then you..." He wanted to say that he might not have the energy to accompany her right now.

Ren Qian took out her phone and shook it: "I can watch short videos."