"You can do it yourself, but you must eat something first," Lu Yuhao said assertively.
Miao Feishuang sat up, ate a small bowl of porridge, then lay back down.
Lu Yuhao went to the living room to smoke, and she drifted back to sleep.
When Lu Yuhao came back to check on her, he noticed her medicine bottle hadn't been touched.
He sighed softly, pulled down her pants, and applied the medicine to her...
In the latter part of the night, her fever subsided.
After the IV was finished, he removed the needle.
He settled into the sofa and gradually fell asleep.
When Miao Feishuang woke up again, she felt much better.
She looked up and saw the man on the sofa.
He was still wearing the clothes from yesterday, hadn't even showered, and had stayed in the room with her.
She noticed he wasn't covered with anything despite the cold air conditioning.
She got up and gently covered him with a blanket.
She went to the bathroom and saw some color had returned to her face.
