I almost touched the moon

Late at night, Wen Song started to have a high fever again. Not only did he have an unbearable headache, but he also felt cold all over. Even with the heating on, he was still so cold that he curled up in the quilt and shivered.

She had no intention of bothering Cheng Che, but when she got up to pour hot water in the living room, she woke him up.

He slept very lightly, and it was more like he was resting his eyes than sleeping. Hearing Wen Song opening the door, he walked to her side and took the cup from her hand, "Sister, if you want to drink water, just send me a WeChat message. Why did you come out by yourself? You have a fever now, so you must rest well."

Wen Song just felt dizzy and weak, and didn't say anything to him. He just said "hmm" and nodded. When he walked back to the room, his steps were unsteady and he almost fell.

Cheng Che noticed her weakness, walked up to her and held her arm, wanting to help her, but found that her whole body was terribly hot. He immediately took the thermometer to measure her temperature, which showed 39.8.

"Why is the temperature higher than during the day? Haven't you taken antipyretics?" He was worried. "Go to the hospital. I'm not a doctor. If this continues, I'm worried about your health."

"It's okay." Wen Song really felt weak all over, lying on the bed with his eyes closed, "I'll make an appointment with the Hausarzt (family doctor) and I'll be well again. And it's just a fever, there's no need to go to the emergency room, and I don't want to go out."

Cheng Che poured her some hot water, made her a cup of VC effervescent tablets, and continued to persuade her: "Let's go to the hospital. I'll drive you there."

"Shut up." Wen Song was in a bad mood because of the dizziness, and he felt even more annoyed when he heard Cheng Che's chattering.

But as soon as the words came out of his mouth, he felt guilty and said self-reproachfully: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to lose my temper with you. I really have a headache and just want to sleep."

"It's okay." Cheng Che was not angry because of her cold words. Instead, he was a little happy. Seeing that she really didn't want to go out, he didn't force her anymore. He just said to her, "You go to sleep. I'll stay by your side with you. This way, if you have any problems, I can help you. How do you feel now?"

"It's a bit cold." Wen Song really felt very cold, "Can you help me turn up the heating a little higher?"

Cheng Che turned up the temperature of the heater as he was told, but he felt a little hot, so he had to take off his sweatshirt and cardigan and wear only a short-sleeved T-shirt. Wen Song took a dazed look and found that he had a really good figure. The light shone through the white T-shirt, and the outline of his abdominal muscles and chest muscles could be vaguely seen.

She was so dizzy that she only stole a glance and then closed her eyes and went back to sleep, but her face became even hotter. She didn't know if it was because of the fever or something else...

Cheng Che moved the chair in front of the dressing table, sat beside her bed, and asked with concern: "Are you feeling unwell?"

"It's still cold." Wen Song said softly.

Cheng Che asked, "Are there any more quilts?"

"There's..." Wen Song's voice was very low and he sounded extremely tired.

Upon hearing this, Cheng Che went to the guest room to get a quilt, and also took the blanket from the sofa, and covered her with it. After tucking the quilt corners for her, he went to the bathroom to get a cold towel and put it on her forehead.

"Sister, go to sleep. I'll accompany you." Cheng Che gently pushed aside her wet hair and said softly.

"Hmm..." The coolness on her forehead did not make Wen Song feel uncomfortable, but instead dispelled the heat from the fever, making her feel very comfortable. Smelling the faint fragrance beside her, and the effect of the medicine, she fell asleep quickly.

After Wen Song fell asleep, her breathing became a little rapid, perhaps because of the fever and nasal congestion. Cheng Che was a little worried and didn't dare to take a nap. He helped her change the towel on her forehead over and over again.

In the early hours of the morning, she felt hot and kicked off the quilt. Cheng Che saw this and his mouth curled up slightly. He stood up and covered her with the quilt. Fearing that she would feel hot, he took away another quilt and just covered the quilt with a thin blanket.

"Cheng Che..." Her voice was a little hoarse, "I'm thirsty."

She was still sleeping soundly, but she called out his name naturally and told him that she wanted to drink water. The dependence she showed unintentionally made Cheng Che overjoyed. He thought to himself that it was a good thing that she fell asleep, otherwise if she saw his smiling face, she would definitely think that he had bad intentions.

He went to the restaurant and poured her a glass of water. The warm water, about 45 degrees, could moisten the throat and warm the body, but it was not too hot to be swallowed.

After drinking the water, Wen Song lay down and continued to sleep. Cheng Che took the towel that had become warm on her forehead, went to the bathroom to wet it again and cool it down, and then put it back on her forehead.

Looking at her haggard face due to illness, I suddenly felt that she was no longer the aloof and unapproachable Iseylia of the past, but just a little girl who needed my care.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help laughing again. Wen Song was two years older than him, so his idea seemed a little ridiculous. But he liked it very much.

Although she was sick, she still slept well all night. When she woke up, it was already past eleven in the morning. Wen Song opened her eyes, but found that Cheng Che was still sitting beside her bed, looking down at his phone, and had not slept all night.

"I'm fine." She said apologetically, "I'm sorry for keeping you awake all night."

"Sister, why did you apologize to me..." Cheng Che showed a disappointed look because of her words, "I want to take care of you, and I am very happy to take care of you. Let's take your temperature first. I cooked some shrimp and vegetable porridge, and five-fingered peach and pork ribs soup. Which one do you want to eat first?"

He took the thermometer and took her temperature, which was 37.2. Fortunately, the fever was basically gone.

Wen Song said a little embarrassedly: "I want to take a shower first..."

She sweated a lot at night and felt very uncomfortable with the sweat all over her body. She just wanted to take a shower quickly.

Cheng Che said, "If you just got rid of your fever, it's best not to take a bath..." But as soon as he finished speaking, his face turned red and he hurriedly explained, "I, I didn't mean that."

"Cheng Che." Wen Song saw his sensitivity and gently reminded him again, "I told you that you don't have to be so cautious in front of me. Just say whatever you want to say, it's okay."

"Hmm..." Cheng Che smiled and replied, "Okay, I understand."

Seeing that he still looked worried, Wen Song said, "Okay, I won't wash. I'll go wash up and you should go and rest."

"It's okay." Cheng Che said, "Then I'll go back to my dad's house to take a shower and change clothes. The porridge is in the casserole and the soup is in the stew pot. Sister just needs to heat them up a little."

"Well..." Wen Song said, "Why don't you wash up at my house? There are brand new toothbrushes and towels in the drawer of the bathroom outside."

"Ah..." Cheng Che was a little embarrassed and said softly, "I, I still need to change clothes."

Because the bedroom heater was very high, Cheng Che was sweating a little. He was always a clean person and couldn't stand the smell of sweat on his body.

"Wait a minute." Wen Song said, walked into the cloakroom, and took out a set of men's clothes from the closet. A white T-shirt, a black knitted cardigan, and a pair of black pants.

"L, can you wear it?" Wen Song looked at his body and said, "I think it should be OK..."

"Okay." Cheng Che nodded. When he saw the men's clothing, his suspicion grew. Why would there be men's clothing in her house, and why would she give him this set of clothes...

He hesitated and did not take the clothes.

Wen Song thought he was unwilling to wear clothes that had been worn by others, so he explained, "It's brand new, the tags are still on."

"Ah..." Cheng Che said hurriedly, "No, that's not what I meant. I just think it's not good... How about I give the money to my sister?"

He saw the tag on the clothes, acne studios, which was not expensive but not cheap either.

"It's okay." Wen Song smiled calmly, "I was going to give it to someone anyway."

She didn't say anything more, but just stuffed the clothes into Cheng Che's hand and said, "You can wear it first. If you don't like it, you can return it to me later."

"Okay." Cheng Che accepted the suit, but couldn't help thinking, who did she want to give this suit to? But since she gave it to him, did it mean that she and that person no longer had any connection...

He didn't ask any more questions, thanked Wen Song, and went to the outer bathroom to wash up. Wen Song also went to the bathroom, and just when he was about to take a shower, he remembered Cheng Che's instructions, and couldn't help but smile. He listened to him and didn't take a shower, but just wiped his body with a hot towel and changed his clothes.

After washing up and leaving the bedroom, Cheng Che hadn't come out yet. She heard the sound of water coming from the bathroom outside, and her face turned red inadvertently. She felt a little shy for no reason. She could only go back to the bedroom, and didn't come out until she heard the door open.

Cheng Che had just finished taking a shower and was only wearing a T-shirt and trousers. There were still water droplets hanging on his hair, dripping onto his neck. A few drops also dripped onto his clothes, flowing down along his muscle lines...making him look even more charming.

"Um, Sister Wensong, where is the hair dryer?" he asked shyly.

Wen Song then realized that he had been staring at him. He even swallowed unconsciously, feeling a little embarrassed. He hoped that he didn't realize his mistake. He quickly lowered his head and said, "Ah, it's in the drawer under the sink. I'll help you get it."

"No, no." Cheng Che said hurriedly, "I can get it myself. Sister, eat first."

Wen Song shook his head, "I'm not hungry, I'll wait for you."

After Cheng Che finished blowing her hair, he served her a bowl of soup and placed it in front of her. "Try it now. I've been cooking it for a long time. And I bought the ribs at the Chinese Super League, so you don't have to worry about the pork smell."

Wen Song looked at the bowl of soup. There were not only pork ribs and ginseng, but also carrots, corn and angelica in the soup. She took a sip and found it tasted sweet and fresh, even better than the one cooked by her chef at home.

"It tastes good." She smiled approvingly.

Cheng Che added: "Sister, if you are busy with your studies, you should drink more soups to replenish your energy. You have cooking utensils at home, so you can try to cook for yourself. It's not good for your health if you always order takeout or eat fast food."

"I'm lazy." Wen Song's answer was very concise and to the point.

"Then when I'm free, I'll come and cook for my sister." Cheng Che said this tentatively, his eyes full of anticipation.

Wen Song looked up and met his clear and bright eyes. He smiled and said, "Okay."

After dinner, Cheng Che cleaned up the table as usual. Wen Song sat on the sofa and watched this scene, his heart beating fast. The midday sun shone in and fell right in front of him, and he seemed to be covered with a halo.

Was it because she was dizzy... or was it because Cheng Che was so handsome that he confused her mind, or was it because she really had a fever and burned her brain, or... was it a dream.

She didn't know why, but when she reacted, she had already walked behind Cheng Che, put her arms around his waist, put her head on his back, and whispered, "Thank you."

The moment her hand wrapped around his waist, Cheng Che's heartbeat seemed to stop, everything around him fell into silence, joy and happiness surged into his heart, bringing a feeling of suffocation. He suddenly wanted to say that to her... but he held back, fearing that she would think he was too frivolous.

He turned around and held Wen Song in his arms, wrapping her tightly from top to bottom. Because of the height difference, Wen Song's chin was just against his shoulder. At such a close distance, they could clearly hear each other's heartbeats, which were a little too fast.

The sunlight shone on them, giving them a warm feeling. Neither of them spoke, nor did they let go of each other's hands. They just hugged each other quietly, enjoying the tranquility of the moment, and the heartbeat hidden beneath the tranquility...