When I woke up again, it was already dark. Yu and Vivi sat on the other bed and whispered, watching me wake up.

Is it better? Still disgusting?

I shook my head.

Much better.

I know my body, and when I get sick, I turn the page as soon as I sleep. After sleeping for most of the day, my spirit has turned back to 60%. Sitting up with my body propped up, my stomach still hurts a little and it takes time for it to heal on its own.

Seeing that I was going to go to the ground, they were both a little worried. I smiled and comforted them, then slowly got up from the bed and took two steps to feel fine. But dizziness, it still seems a little empty. At my insistence, they helped me back to the dormitory, and sat on the steps of the basketball court for a while.

When I finally returned to the dormitory, drank a little warm water, and ate a small half steamed bun as well, I urged them to do what they should do, and lay down at the same time, intending to continue to use sleep therapy to soothe my old stomach.

It was quiet in the dormitory, and I closed my eyes and opened them again, thinking of the scene when I opened my eyes in a daze at noon and saw my senior brother. Was he passing through? How could it be so coincidental. That warm steamed bun is the sweetest and most exquisite food I have ever tasted. And it's still my medicine. My brother held my hand and wiped my fingers clean one by one, although he didn't have the strength, his heart was still beautiful. No matter what my brother's heart is for me, my little heart is still uncompromising. Watching the sky get darker and darker outside, a bold idea in my head grew stronger and stronger.

The sticky note that folded into a heart shape sat in the middle of my wallet. I carefully took it out, bent down and slowly moved to the side of the telephone, sat down, and used the 200 calling card to make a call.

At this time, everyone went to self-study, and it was estimated that they were not in the dormitory, so they dialed his mobile phone number directly. The beeps on the phone rang out one after another, and my heart was about to jump out of my chest.

Sorry! The number you dialed……

A gentle and beautiful female voice pierced the courage I had managed to muster all at once. Press the phone and take a deep breath. It was as if the heart was weightless all of a sudden. I was feeling sad when the phone rang loudly, and I was scared to plop up, this is going to have a heart attack.

I picked up the phone with a stroke on my chest.

Feed.

Feed.

Then it was quiet on both occasions.

After about half a minute, the senior brother spoke.

I was in the water room just now, but I didn't receive it.

Oh, it's fine. I'll just tell you, I'm back in the dorm. Much better.

Well... Can you eat?

I ate a little steamed bun again, just like noon. I was able to lie down, and it didn't hurt so much.

Silence again. Although embarrassed, I was reluctant to hang up the phone.

Are you sitting or standing?

Senior brother asked me.

Sitting, on a chair.

Is there anyone else in the dorm?

No, I let them go to self-study, these days are the main classes, a lot of homework.

Well. Go back and lie down. If you feel sick again, call me. Call your phone. I kept it on.

Oh good. Bye-bye, brother. Thank you, brother.

Click... Toot toot...

Behind the telephone was a small mirror, and I looked at myself in the mirror, with two blushes on my pale face and little stars in my eyes. Just let me continue to be amorous, I can't help it!