Compared with this insignificant noise, Duan Xiaoying's understatement made Yin Yayi's heart feel even hot, and it became a mess.

This girl......

Is it true that she doesn't know that a word she sometimes understates will put him in a situation from which he will never recover?

She cared about him lightly, and each time she could easily shake his determination to give up on her.

Because, if she didn't care, if she didn't care even a little bit, how could she tell from his face and temper whether he was unwell, sick, or feverish?

...

Duan Xiaoying.

In this life, I have really planted it in your hands.

Whether you love me or not, I will only love you alone.

Yin Yayi thought so.

As for the later ...... And that's exactly what happened.

...

Duan Xiaoying brewed a cup of effervescent tablets, orange-flavored, which was Yin Yayi's favorite taste.

She handed him the cup, and the water was lukewarm. A glass of warm water was poured on the side.

"You don't have a good stomach, drink hot."

Duan Xiaoying's voice was light and good, and in the face of Yin Yayi, who was sick, she was even softer at the moment, "Then go to sleep." When I woke up, I drank this glass of water. I'll have someone bring the food, and I'll cook it later, and you can come out and eat when you wake up. ”

Yin Yayi sat on the bed as if he was stunned, and he didn't reach out to pick it up, but just stared at Duan Xiaoying deeply.

That little face, he seems to never get enough of it.

Duan Xiaoying ignored him, and after putting the cup on the table next to him, she turned around and left the room.

It took a long time for Yin Yayi to come back to his senses and move slowly.

He turned his head to look at a glass of effervescent tablet water on the bedside table, was silent for two seconds, and then took it up and drank it down.

Lying on the bed, he still didn't feel real.

How could Duan Xiaoying take the initiative to take care of him and say that she would cook for him?

Scold.

It's definitely a dream.

When she woke up, she should be gone.

Thinking so, the corners of Yin Yayi's mouth showed a little wry smile, and then fell asleep.

Letting Yin Yayi stay in the room, Duan Xiaoying walked lightly to the kitchen, and immediately took out the dishes that had been bought by the maid from the refrigerator, and began to get busy without giving herself time to rest.

It's not that she doesn't want to rest, it's just that she's irritated by what she's doing now.

Dysphoria...... She did it all of her own volition.

Because compared to others doing these things, she can only rest assured if she does it herself.

...

When Yin Yayi woke up again, it was already dusk.

He was probably woken up hungry, and when he woke up, his stomach was a little uncomfortable.

Yin Yayi frowned slightly, opened his eyes, swept his gaze around, and instantly fixed on the girl sitting at the end of his room, on the windowsill.

The girl held a book in her hand, leaned against the windowsill, and quietly flipped through it.

The sun was like a sun, and a trace of warm light hit her body, her eyelashes were thin and long, and her dark eyes sparkled when she read. As if she saw some heart-warming fragment, the corners of her mouth raised a slight smile, beautiful as a poem in a painting.

Yin Yayi was stunned for a while.

His eyes were as hot as fire, no matter how immersed Duan Xiaoying was in the book, he was disturbed by his hot gaze.

She looked up, her eyes meeting him.

Her heartbeat suddenly skipped a beat, and the metal bookmark in her hand slipped to the ground, and the sound of landing woke her up.

Duan Xiaoying came back to her senses, closed the book and put it aside, hurriedly turned over and got off the ground, bent down and picked up the bookmark.