It only took half an hour to reach the Top talent’s apartment building.
She only thought that Jue Mei had to work, and if Mo Qingcheng was alone in the room with a high fever that wouldn’t break, he would definitely need someone to take care of him. But when she actually arrived, she hesitated again… Looking up at the 24th floor, she wondered how she would get up there. He must be sleeping now, right? With a fever, he’s probably not very clear-headed. Would it be good to wake him up like this…
“Little girl, what’s wrong?” An elderly woman with white hair was carrying two full bags of daily necessities, placing them at her feet as she fumbled for her keys. “Did you forget your keys?”
“Ah? No… My boyfriend is sleeping, I…”
Actually, I’m wondering whether I should wake him up to let me in…
The old lady smiled and opened the door. “Come in first.”
She just went in like that, helping the old lady carry one of the bags. But she didn’t expect both of them to go to the 24th floor. She remembered the last time she came here, she had marveled at the layout—only two households per floor… So, this old lady was… the neighbor across from the Top talent’s apartment?
Carrying the bag filled with laundry detergent and washing powder, she only thought of this now. The old lady smiled and said, “What a coincidence! Which one across the hall is your boyfriend?”
“Me… I’m…”
She felt her palms growing a little warm. Why did it feel like she was being scrutinized by gentle eyes? T.T… Why did it feel less like meeting a neighbor and more like meeting a parent? Indeed, most elderly people were warm and gossipy…
“Don’t tell me, let me guess.”
O(╯□╰)o Please, old lady, don’t guess…
“The little doctor’s? The one who doesn’t like to talk much?”
“Hmm…” Doesn’t like to talk?
He’s a voice actor—a profession that revolves around talking, after all. T.T…
“Doctors are good. Having a doctor in the family benefits the whole household… Oh dear, I might sound too pragmatic. That kid is so serious. I took my grandson to the hospital once and ran into him. That was the first time I saw him talk so much, lecturing two parents. Those two young parents were so angry, yelling at the nurse for being unskilled, saying that at another hospital, they got the IV in the scalp in one try, but here they couldn’t find a vein no matter what… They were so loud, they scared my grandson. They even rolled up their sleeves, ready to hit the nurse… Ah… You know how doctor-patient relationships are these days. I saw it on the news last time…”
The old lady rambled on and on, veering off to who knows where.
Gu Sheng was dying of curiosity and quickly steered the conversation back. “And then? What did he say?”
“Oh, right, your little Mo said, ‘Has the child already been getting IVs in the scalp for four or five days?’ Those parents were unhappy and still yelling, saying, ‘Yes, it’s been five days, and this is the first time something like this has happened.’ Little Mo said, ‘After so many days, the veins can’t take it anymore. Go back and cut some raw potato slices, apply them to the needle marks, and it’ll help the veins recover faster…’ I listened carefully and even tried it on my grandson. It worked quite well…”
So… he’s in pediatrics?
The elevator doors opened, and the 24th floor arrived.
The old lady finally looked at her warmly as she stood at the door, giving her a few more kind glances before cheerfully entering her own apartment. Gu Sheng breathed a sigh of relief. Standing alone in the empty hallway, she hesitated for a moment at the door, glancing at her watch. The second hand ticked away, and soon her heartbeat matched its rhythm…
This pace was just too nerve-wracking…She let out a soft sigh and finally pressed the doorbell. It had only been three days since becoming his girlfriend... their second meeting... and here she was at his home again. What kind of luck was this?
After waiting quietly for a moment, there was no sound.
Mo Qingcheng, don’t tell me you’ve passed out from the fever?
She pressed the doorbell again, her anxiety slowly growing, overshadowing the slight embarrassment she had felt earlier.
Still... no sound...
Could he really have fainted?!
Her heart tightened, and suddenly, the door swung open.
The person before her was clearly still half-asleep, wearing only a white short-sleeved shirt and sweatpants. He leaned one hand against the doorframe, looking down at her with half-open eyes, as if not fully registering the situation. She was startled too, her gaze fixed on him as she looked up. The two of them stared at each other, both caught off guard.
He pursed his lips and suddenly smiled. “Come in first.”
This time, his voice was truly hoarse. He turned around and walked slowly back to his room. Gu Sheng hurriedly closed the door, automatically changed into slippers, and turned around to find he had already entered his room.
Thankfully... the door was left open.
She walked into his room and saw him sitting on the edge of the bed, tearing open a packet of medical alcohol wipes to clean a thermometer before putting it in his mouth. Only then did he look up at her. The curtains in the room were drawn, leaving it dim—clearly, he had been sleeping and she had woken him up.
She walked over and sat on the small sofa beside his bed. “Are you... feeling really bad? Do you need to go to the hospital?”
He frowned and shook his head.
Looking at the damp strands of hair on his forehead, it seemed he had been sweating a lot. With the thermometer in his mouth, it almost looked like he was sucking on a lollipop...
“Should I get you some hot water? You should,” she pointed to his bed, “lie down.”
Otherwise, sitting like this for a while might make him catch another chill.
The air conditioning wasn’t on, and the room was cold.
She wondered whether she should turn it on for him.
Mo Qingcheng had already fished out a remote control from the bed and turned on the air conditioning, frowning as he looked at her. “Why are you wearing a skirt?” His voice was muffled, lazy, and carried a hint of reproach...
T.T... Why did it feel like she was facing a doctor? Had she been brainwashed by the old lady earlier...
“It was quite warm this morning, so I wore it...” Her face flushed slightly red, and she simply stood up and walked out to get him some hot water. “You should cover yourself with the blanket and sleep... I just came to check on you, don’t worry about me.”
It was quiet behind her.
When she returned with the hot water, Mo Qingcheng had indeed gone back to bed, half-lying and half-leaning against the pillows, his eyes closed as he continued battling the high fever. Seeing his forehead damp with sweat, Gu Sheng placed the glass on the windowsill beside the bed, walked over, leaned in, and softly asked him, “Have you taken any medicine? What does your towel look like? I’ll soak it in hot water and wipe your face for you.”
She was bent over, her hands resting on the edge of the bed as she leaned closer to talk to him.
At first, it didn’t seem like a big deal.
But once she leaned in, her heart began to flutter nervously.
Mo Qingcheng hummed in response. His eyes, hazy from the fever, opened and glanced at her before he continued in a muffled voice, “I wanted to tell you last time—don’t wear skirts in winter anymore.”
She was a bit confused. How had the topic circled back to this?He reached out, took the thermometer from his mouth, and whispered to her, "Girls should keep warm." Because his throat hurt, he spoke extremely slowly, which naturally carried a gentle, ambiguous tone.
...
Thumping sounds traveled from her chest to her ears. She felt a bit flustered and instinctively wanted to put some distance between them, but suddenly, she felt his burning fingers lightly touch her cold ear. "Remembered?"
His voice was hoarse, yet his tone was soft.
Without the slightest effort, it instantly broke through all defenses and went straight to her heart...
"What color is your towel?" She abruptly straightened up, turned around, and walked out, clearly stepping to the rhythm of her own heartbeat, her legs already weak...
"White."
Author's Note: 0.0 Who can understand the struggle of a Voice Fetishist writing this kind of story... I just want to bite down hard on a towel...
PS. If I really end up writing 10 chapters about these 24 hours together... don’t be surprised...
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