Song Chuan finally understood.
This system didn't seem very serious.
Holding Qiao Yingzi and sitting on the desk, getting the test papers dirty.
Just holding her and sitting on the desk wouldn't be enough to dirty the test papers. They would need to... do that thing... um...
Ahem...
However, Song Chuan was looking forward to what kind of reward would drop.
"Mmm..."
A soft moan escaped from Qiao Yingzi on the bed, her brows furrowed, looking very uncomfortable.
As Song Chuan sat down on the edge of the bed, his hand had barely touched Qiao Yingzi's skin when he immediately retracted it in shock.
It was even hotter than before!
If he were to complete the task with Qiao Yingzi, it would only be hotter inside than outside. Wouldn't he be burned to a crisp?
No, no, no.
He had to quickly cool Qiao Yingzi down.
Usually, families would have some common medicines on hand. Qiao Yingzi's family should have some too, right?
Song Chuan searched around for a bit and finally found a few boxes of cold medicine in the living room table.
He boiled a pot of water. As soon as the medicine was mixed, Song Chuan carried the medicine to the bedside.
Now Qiao Yingzi had fallen into a coma. Song Chuan nudged her a few times, but she didn't stir.
How was he supposed to feed her the medicine?
Holding the bowl of medicine, Song Chuan frowned slightly and took a sip himself.
It seemed he had no choice but to feed her mouth-to-mouth.
He leaned down, cupped the back of Qiao Yingzi's head, and pressed his lips against hers.
The bitter medicine entered his mouth, and a warm current flowed down his throat, reaching his stomach and warming him.
Qiao Yingzi, her consciousness hazy, slowly opened her eyes, and before her was an enlarged handsome face.
Startled, she immediately pushed Song Chuan away and couldn't help but choke, "Cough, cough..."
It was at that moment.
Qiao Yingzi's face flushed crimson, a sickly red that made her complexion appear even paler.
"Um... don't misunderstand..."
"You have a fever, a really high fever. I called out to you for ages and you didn't wake up, so I had to feed you your medicine."
"Song Chuan ge, I don't misunderstand, thank you for feeding me the medicine."
"But I'm awake now, maybe I can do it myself."
A small hand reached out towards Song Chuan, and he placed the bowl of medicine into her hands.
Holding the bowl with both hands, Qiao Yingzi's mind went blank at the sight of the dark, murky medicine.
Under Song Chuan's gaze.
She was too shy, and every movement seemed stiff, often stumbling over herself.
Her heart was like a drum.
Thump, thump, thump, it wouldn't stop beating.
Don't let her composed appearance fool you; it was her first kiss! She'd never kissed anyone before.
But she didn't blame Song Chuan.
After all… after all… he was worried she'd get too hot… and that's why he thought of this way to give her the medicine…
"Why aren't you drinking it?"
"Drink it quickly, you'll only get your fever down after taking the medicine."
Nodding obediently, Qiao Yingzi felt a warmth in her heart.
Even though it was her first time meeting Song Chuan, he was really a nice person, caring for her so much...
She was quite satisfied with her first impression of Song Chuan.
If Qiao Yingzi knew what Song Chuan was thinking, she might spit blood.
Song Chuan's expression was anxious as he urged her to drink the medicine.
He just hoped she would get her fever down quickly.
That way, he could get back to farming the land.
Qiao Yingzi buried her head and took a gulp of the medicine, and her small face immediately crumpled into a ball.
She pressed the back of her hand against her lips, and a lot of the medicine still flowed from the corners of her mouth.
"Song Chuan-ge, you... did you change the medicine?"
"Is this still the bowl of medicine you just fed me? Why is it so bitter?"
He was just wondering why she would ask such a question.
After Song Chuan thought about it carefully, his expression was of course somewhat clear, and he sat down on the edge of the bed.
"I didn't change the medicine."
"It's always been the same medicine I've been feeding you."
"How come... this bowl of medicine is so bitter..."
Song Chuan raised an eyebrow: "Perhaps it's the way you're taking the medicine that makes it taste different?"
Qiao Yingzi, her face flushed, lowered her head shyly, not daring to meet Song Chuan's gaze.
She held the bowl of medicine, burying her head in it again, and took another sip.
This time she drank quite a bit.
The bitterness made her eyes narrow until there were no slits left, and tears welled up: "No... I can't... I can't drink... anymore..."
"You can't give up."
"You're still burning up. If you don't finish the medicine, you won't be able to bring your fever down. If your fever doesn't go down, how will you go to school tomorrow?"
Qiao Yingzi looked at Song Chuan, aggrieved, her beautiful eyes glistening with tears: "Then... then how about you keep using that method to feed me..."
"Brother Song Chuan, help me."
He leaned down, his lips touching the rim of the bowl. Song Chuan took a sip of the medicine, then leaned down and pressed his lips against Qiao Yingzi's.
She had been unconscious when Song Chuan fed her the medicine earlier.
But now, she was conscious!!!
The moment their lips met, Qiao Yingzi's hand fell on Song Chuan's collar, and she couldn't help but slowly clench it.
Her pupils suddenly widened.
After taking that mouthful of medicine, Qiao Yingzi couldn't taste the bitterness anymore.
It was all sweet in her heart!!
Love!
Is this what it feels like to be in love!!
When Song Chuan stepped back, Qiao Yingzi felt empty inside.
She stared at Song Chuan again, wanting another dose.
Repeatedly administering the medicine.
Only a little bit of the medicine was left in the bowl.
When Song Chuan leaned down this time, Qiao Yingzi's hands had already slowly wrapped around his neck.
As Song Chuan slowly lowered his body, he also fell on top of Qiao Yingzi, pressing down on the girl beneath him, making it hard for her to breathe.
The sudden sound of the door opening outside the living room suddenly jolted Qiao Yingzi back to reality.
She was too nervous.
She was so frightened that she bit down directly on Song Chuan's lip.
"Ouch!"
Song Chuan, in pain, sucked in a breath of cold air and also heard footsteps behind him, so he let her go.
"I went to your school to pick you up. The teacher said you took a leave of absence, so I knew you were at home. Are you trying to anger me to death?"
"The Gaokao is just around the corner, and you're still so apathetic. You want me to..."
Song Qian entered the room, her red lips slightly parted, her expression surprised as she looked at the two people inside.
"Who is this...?"
"Mom, he's Uncle Song's son, Dad's distant relative. He's staying with us for a few days."