Oppa, please be happy [Pinocchio colleagues]

Zhiying took a deep breath, tried to restore her calmness, and then poured a glass of boiling water to feed Qi Zaiming medicine.

During this process, she always avoided meeting his eyes and finished everything silently. Zhiying rolled up her sleeves and poured a pot of boiling water to soak the towel and bring it over to wipe Qi Zaiming.

Qi Zaiming looked at Zhiying and struggled to sit up, "Zhiying, I'll do it myself..."

Seeing his eagerness, Zhiying handed the towel over with a smile, then turned around and took her mobile phone to check Twitter.

Although Zhiying turned away, Qi Zaiming still had some scruples, took the towel and wiped it silently under the quilt.

Zhiying fully mobilized her hearing, and she clearly heard the sound of friction between clothes.The room was quiet at the moment, only the sound of the second hand of the wall clock moving up and down and... the sound of his own heavy breathing.

The water in the basin was still steaming, and Zhiying stared at the steam with her mobile phone in a daze.It wasn't until Qi Zaiming called her that she came back to her senses.

"Zhiying..." Qi Zaiming blushed, and held out a towel from the corner of the quilt.

"Oh...ok..." Zhiying lowered her head and took the towel. "Cough...cough..."

Zhiying put the washbasin towel away and returned to the living room, but found that Qi Zaiming hadn't lay down to rest, so she couldn't help nagging: "Brother, you need to take a good rest now, lie down quickly."

Qi Zaiming did not refute, but lay down obediently, closed his eyes and rested.Maybe it was really tired, coupled with the fatigue of illness, after a while, I heard Qi Zaiming's even breathing, as if I had fallen asleep.

Zhiying looked at his sleeping face with rapt attention, a peaceful and beautiful feeling filled her heart, and a smile unconsciously rose from the corner of her mouth.

Zhiying quietly lay on her side on the sofa, holding a book in her hand to pass the time.When Yuemo was about to eat, she quietly went to the kitchen to prepare meals.Qi Zaiming had a cold and a fever and couldn't eat too greasy and spicy food, so Zhiying simply made some vegetable porridge and noodle cakes.

Just when she was hesitating whether to wake up Qi Zaiming, he just woke up, maybe because he just woke up, he squinted his eyes.

On weekdays, Qi Zaiming is always serious and serious. After Zhiying got used to this kind of him, seeing such a cute expression, confused and cute, really melted his heart.

"Hmm... It seems that the fever has subsided." Zhiying touched Qi Zaiming's forehead and said to himself, and then asked: "Brother, how do you feel?"

"It feels better, you don't have to worry."

"Then get up and eat! Eat more to strengthen your resistance, so you can get better soon..." Zhiying's tone was cheerful, and she didn't realize that her words seemed to be talking to a child, with a little pampering and gentle.

Qi Zaiming didn't expect that she had already prepared the meal, and her stomach, which had been empty since morning, had already begun to protest.Having someone take good care of him when he is sick, and having a delicious meal after waking up from a deep sleep makes him feel hopeful.It had been a long time since he had felt this kind of revival with full blood.

"Let's go..." Zhiying took Qi Zaiming's hand without thinking, trying to pull him up.

When she realized that she had crossed the line, Zhiying wanted to pull back a little stiffly, but this time Qi Zaiming didn't let go, but held her hand tightly, and led her to the dinner table.

Zhiying followed along blankly, only feeling that her palms were full of sweat, and her heartbeat was so fast that she couldn't help herself.

Qi Zaiming looked at Zhiying who was in a daze, and waved his hand back and forth in front of her eyes, "Zhiying..."

Zhiying came back to her senses, laughed a few times to hide, looked up to see Qi Zaiming who was smiling, then lowered her head silently, picking up the food in the bowl with a spoon.

Qi Zaiming didn't say much, and the two of them finished their breakfast in silence.

Even though he was unwell, Qi Zaiming still picked up the book and continued to review.Zhiying knew very well that the exam was just around the corner, and she couldn't tell him to stop his revision and rest. All she could do was take good care of his body as much as possible.She estimated the approximate time, and took Qi Zaiming's temperature again - 37 degrees two.The fever has slowly come down, which makes Zhiying feel relieved, and Qi Zaiming, who is working hard to review his homework, is also less worried.