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Teng Yiyang folded a towel and put it on her forehead.

Another towel wiped the sweat from her face and neck.

The room was warm, and her pale face was haggard.

"You were showing off in front of me yesterday, but today you are already very sick. If you're not feeling well, tell me that if you're holding on, it'll be serious. "

He pinched her cheek and said those words, but inside, he felt pain.

She, who was in a deep sleep, could not hear his words, so she unconsciously rubbed the back of his hand.

He ran his fingers over her smooth skin. She was warm all over, and the cool touch made her feel comfortable, purring like a kitten, her brows and eyes slightly relaxed.

Teng Yiyang saw the faint smile on her face and felt a little awkward, "You won't reject me at this moment. When you wake up, you have to stay away from me again."

Even though he knew she would do this, he still hoped she would recover soon.

He would rather see her grimace at him than lie lifeless now.

In the middle of the night, when she had finished sweating, he touched her forehead.

He was relieved, thinking about Uncle Lin's instructions. He also had to change her clothes to prevent her from catching a second cold.

When Ji An'an woke up, it was already the next morning.

She felt as though she had run several kilometers and was on the verge of collapsing.

Wait, whose room is this?

At this moment, Teng Yiyang pushed open the door with a glass of clear water in his hand.

"You're finally awake." He walked in front of her and sat down, then put down the water in his hand. "Drink up the water. I'll go get you some porridge."

When he walked in as if nothing had happened and was about to leave, Ji An'an finally snapped out of her daze. "You … why are you here?"

Teng Yiyang stood still and raised his eyebrows, "This is my room."

Ji An'an was stunned. "Why am I in your room?" "Wait, wait …"

She pulled back the covers and found that her clothes had changed. Her lips quivered as she spoke to him in anger and shame. "What did you do to me?"

"You are in a coma and you don't want to go to the hospital. I have sent someone to treat you. As for the clothes —" His ears were slightly red, but his face was still as calm as before. "The nurse changed them."

The first set had been changed by the nurse, and the second set had been changed by his own hands.

But sometimes, white lies are necessary.

When his gaze landed on her, he felt that the heat from last night was about to return. He immediately avoided his eyes, walked a few steps to the door and stopped, "Don't think too much, I'm not going to do anything to an unconscious patient."

With that, he disappeared from the door.

The amount of information he said just now was too much. Only now did she recall that her eyes had turned black the night before. It turned out that she had a fever. She must have been staying in his room the day before yesterday to catch a cold.

She touched her forehead; it was no longer burning. Only then did she feel at ease and lean against the headboard of the bed.

The strength she had mustered just now had left her limp and weak, and her throat was dry.

She took the glass, which was just warm, and drank half of it in one gulp before her throat felt better.

Not long later, Shuibao ran in, followed by Teng Yiyang, who was carrying a plate.

"Mommy, you're awake! You slept for a long time!" Shuibao reached out to hold her arm, showing his deep trust.

He pursed his lips. "You scared me to death last night."

He vaguely remembered that before he fainted, Shuibao was crying.

She held his head gently. "I'm sorry I scared you."

He took her fingers in his. "It's okay, Mommy. You have to get better."

Her black eyes were innocent and pure. At this moment, they were brimming with hope that warmed her heart.

"Okay, but don't get too close to Mommy for fear you might get sick."

Daddy told this to him this morning. Shuibao nodded and obediently moved to the end of the bed to lie down.

Teng Yiyang put the plate on the bedside table and sat down.

"Why can Uncle get close to Mommy?" Shuibao asked innocently.

"Because uncle is an adult and has a strong resistance to infection." Teng Yiyang answered seriously with a smile.

"If that's the case, then I need to grow up fast so that I can take care of Mommy," he said, then became annoyed. "But that way, Mommy will grow old, and she won't want Mommy to grow old."

Looking at her son's conflicted expression, Ji An'an couldn't help but laugh. She raised her head and saw Teng Yiyang's gaze fixated on her without blinking. She slowly stopped smiling.

Teng Yiyang said to his son, "You don't have to grow up in a hurry. Take it slowly. With uncle around, you will be protected."

Shuibao nodded, "Uncle is great!"

When Ji An'an heard this, she felt that it sounded familiar, as if she had heard it somewhere before.

At this moment, Teng Yiyang had already carried the rice porridge over and was stirring it with a spoon, "You haven't eaten anything since last night. You want to eat some porridge to warm your stomach."

"Yes."

Ji An'an put down her cup and reached to grab the bowl in his hand, but he avoided it.

"You are currently very weak. It's better that I do it."

"No need." She immediately refused.

Teng Yiyang looked at her coldly, "You are now lying on my bed and covering me with a blanket. If your hands get dirty, how am I going to sleep?"

It's not like she wanted to sleep in this room!

However, this reason was extremely powerful, so strong that Ji An'an was left speechless.

She didn't want to retract her hand, so Teng Yiyang said proudly, "That's right, let's do it."

Ji An'an had no choice but to open her mouth as she handed a spoon in front of her.

The taste of the porridge was strange, as if it had been burnt to a crisp.

Shuibao, who had been closely watching Daddy's mother, happily asked after seeing her eat porridge, "This was cooked by uncle for her this morning. Is it delicious?"

Ji An'an was stunned. No wonder it was different from what was done outside.

However, wasn't this person a culinary fanatic? If he couldn't even tell the difference between sugar and salt, how did he make such a bowl of porridge?1

At this moment, she noticed that after Shuibao finished speaking, someone was also looking at her expectantly, obviously listening to her evaluation.

The young and old were waiting for him to speak. Suddenly, he felt like Alexander was there.

"It's … it's not bad." She answered against her will.

In fact, there was a taste in his mouth.

Shuibao was happy to feel someone relax.

The second bite was brought to him.

Ji An'an accepted the order and ate it.

Teng Yiyang had never taken care of anyone before, so he was a bit clumsy. He almost spilled the rice porridge in his spoon. He immediately pulled out a piece of paper and wiped the corner of his mouth for her.

"I'll do it myself." Ji An'an said hurriedly.

But he refused to let go, insisting on wiping her mouth carefully.

This action made Ji An'an feel uncomfortable. She could only avoid looking at him and reduce the awkwardness.

When their fingers inadvertently touched her soft lips, both of them were stunned.

She turned her face away and he withdrew his hand.

One of them continued to feed the dog while the other continued to eat, both of them somewhat absent-minded.

Shuibao, on the other hand, didn't know that there was a hidden surge between the two of them. He rested his head on his hands and watched. He only felt that Daddy's mother's relationship seemed to be better, and she was happy.

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