She realized she should have asked a few more questions, like where to hang the towel, the size of the towel... But when she walked into the bathroom, she found these questions were unnecessary. On the towel rack outside the shower, there were three white towels on the left—large, medium, and small—and three light blue ones on the right. Below them, two more towels hung on each side.
The division of labor was very clear.
She thought, the small ones on top must be for drying hands?
The middle ones for the face?
And the last ones...
The concept of a bath towel flashed in her mind, and she immediately avoided that one, picking up a face towel instead. The faucet had both hot and cold water. She soaked the towel and walked back to the room, only to find Mo Qingcheng already half-asleep.
He was lying on his side, sleeping in a somewhat childlike posture, with his left arm tucked under his head as a pillow.
Judging by the sweat on his forehead, his fever should have started to break, right?
Whenever she had a fever, it would last the whole night—sweating and the fever subsiding, then the sweat drying up and the fever returning... It would only get better by morning, and if it didn’t, she’d have to go to the hospital.
Remembering how miserable she felt when she had a fever, she pitied him. She gently placed the towel on the marble windowsill, walked to the bedside, slowly crouched down, and picked up the thermometer from beside his pillow to check it.
38 degrees? Hmm... So when he measured it earlier, it must have been higher than this? How high exactly? She looked back at the person lying in bed, thought for a moment, and lightly pinched his arm, which was resting outside the blanket, tucking it under the quilt.
She hoped his fever would completely break before nightfall.
Then he could eat something and be better by tomorrow.
She watched him.
He was sleeping so deeply right in front of her... Because of the sweating and fever, his skin appeared even paler and more delicate, with a faint blush. This somewhat unhealthy flush actually added a layer of soft beauty to his profile...
In all her life, she had only ever been in her cousin’s room, and this was the first time she had faced a sleeping man. Especially... this person was the Top talent, Qiang Qingci, who could make hundreds of thousands of fans ecstatic with just a casual Weibo post...
Three days... was simply not enough to diminish the impact of him being Qiang Qingci.
"People are not wood or stone, all have feelings; better not to meet a beauty that topples cities..." This was a status she had written when she fell in love with his voice. Now... he truly lived up to the phrase "beauty that topples cities"...
His eyelashes fluttered.
Her heart skipped a beat.
Then... everything returned to silence.
Phew, this was really testing her heart’s endurance...
Gu Sheng felt that watching him sleep like this was just too perverse, so she walked out to the living room.
She carefully examined his home, and now that she looked closely, it was extremely clean. The room was spotless, but most things were scattered haphazardly—from clothes to magazines to CDs. It was truly a mess.
She gathered the CDs and magazines from the sofa, sat down, and started reading the book she always carried with her. As she read, she fell asleep. When she woke up, it was because of a stomachache, and she suddenly remembered that she had been so busy rushing over that, aside from drinking water, she hadn’t eaten anything yet.
It was past four o’clock?
Ugh. This was really the rhythm of starving to death.Fortunately, on the living room coffee table, there were several wooden food boxes, all open and filled with various snacks. After all her hard work and enduring loneliness while keeping the patient company, she couldn’t just starve to death, could she? She grumbled inwardly as she rummaged through them: spicy broad beans, original-flavored scallops, spicy enoki mushrooms, small melon seeds, duck gizzards...
T.T... These two gluttonous men had stocked up on so many snacks, yet not a single one could actually fill her stomach...
She tore open a pack of scallops and finished it in one bite.
On to the next one...
Gu Sheng kept eating, but the more she ate, the hungrier she felt.
Just as she was opening the seventh snack pack, she suddenly noticed a figure standing not far away. Startled, she looked up to see Top talent looking drowsy and slightly weary, yet watching her eat with evident amusement.
Gu Sheng quickly put down the snack and stood up. "You’re awake? Has your fever gone down?"
Top talent frowned. "Seems like it’s gone down a bit, but it’ll probably spike again tonight."
...
"Should we go to the hospital?"
"No need. I’m used to it. I get a fever a few times every year, and it usually goes away after one night." He shook his head and walked fully out of the room. She followed him. "You’re covered in sweat. Should I turn on the living room air conditioner for you? Otherwise, you might catch another cold right away."
Top talent shook his head. "No need."
She noticed him heading toward the kitchen. "Are you hungry? Or do you want some water?"
Top talent paused and glanced down at Gu Sheng beside him. From the look in his eyes, he seemed to have finally woken up a bit.
Am I being too fussy? Why did he stop walking...
He smiled, looking both helpless and amused. "I just wanted to use the bathroom."
...
...
"Go ahead..."
She watched him walk into the bathroom and close the sliding door, suddenly feeling rather useless. Top talent seemed perfectly capable of taking care of himself... In truth, she had only come over in case his fever spiked too high, to accompany him to the hospital, or in case he was hungry, to help feed him... The former didn’t seem likely to happen now? As for the latter... well, she had already fed herself first.
Phew.
After analyzing her situation, Gu Sheng asked him when he came out of the bathroom after washing his face, "What do you plan to do for dinner? What would you like to eat? I can make something for you?" Even though my cooking isn’t as good as yours, I can still manage something like porridge...
Instead of answering, he asked, "Were they good? Those snacks."
"Um..." Feeling awkward, Gu Sheng nodded. "They were quite tasty."
He smiled, still looking sickly, and asked her, "Which ones did you like? I’ll buy more of them next time."
"The scallops were really good... and the enoki mushrooms were nice too..." Gu Sheng thought for a moment but decided to be honest. "Forget it, I’ll buy them for you next time. At the very least, we should have some snacks that can actually fill you up."
He hummed in agreement.
Then... he went back to bed...
She instinctively poured him another cup of hot water, walked into the room, and handed it to him. "You’ve been sweating so much. Have some water." After saying it, she felt a little embarrassed herself. To her, dealing with a fever seemed to boil down to just drinking hot water and sleeping.
Mo Qingcheng took the cup.
He took a sip.
... and then another sip.
Only the faint sound of water being swallowed could be heard.
She leaned over naturally, took the cup from him, and placed it on the bookshelf by the bed. When she turned back and tried to straighten up, she felt a slight pain on her scalp. Her hair had somehow gotten tangled with his wristwatch...
Oh no...
She instinctively tried to pull it free.The top talent whispered to stop her, "Don't pull too hard, let me help you untangle it."
She hummed in agreement, sitting close beside him, feeling a bit flustered.
The top talent brushed aside the strands of hair blocking her vision, following the tangled locks to the watch. It seemed impossible to untie, so he simply took off the watch and lowered his head to carefully examine the tangled spot.
He patiently worked on it, his fingers winding around that strand of her hair.
She didn't dare move, accommodatingly sitting beside him, one hand still propped on the other side of his body, in an almost bizarre posture, half-leaning over him. The slightest misstep would bring her against his leg...
Hurry up and untangle it, please, hurry up...
The room was so dark...
She shifted slightly but accidentally touched his leg, immediately pulling back as if scalded.
Ouch... her hair got pulled again...
"Did that hurt?" He looked up at her.
"Yeah."
"If it hurts, don't move around."
"Okay."
He lowered his head again.
"Um..."
Mo Qingcheng looked up once more.
"How about... we turn on the light first..."
Since there's no power outage, why work in the dark... Or, just pull it off T.T.
Hearing her say this, he looked slightly puzzled for half a second before realization dawned... Just as he was about to speak, someone at the door cleared their throat: "You two... need me to close the door for you?"
Author's Note: =。= I really love this dialogue, hahahahahaha...
"Did that hurt?"
"Yeah."
"If it hurts, don't move around."
"Okay."
"Um..."
"How about... we turn on the light first..."
P.S. Don’t be surprised by the extra update... Because I’m writing the script too slowly, next month I’ll be locked away in some godforsaken place for a week, forced to write the script under a little whip, unable to update T.T... So... consider this an advance payment…………………………………………
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