n Tong, don't you"“I…!” I hate it!But these two words, when faced with Shen Xiuqin, Xia the housekeeper just couldn't bring himself to say them!“If I told you that I’m investigating Wei Ming’s death,...The child had been on a drip for three days straight before his condition improved significantly. His body temperature gradually returned to normal.

That night, she stared at the bedding on the floor. Her head ached in waves. He just wouldn't leave. Maybe after forgetting everything, his skin had thickened even more, or maybe he knew that she wouldn't chase him away again. Regardless, he became increasingly reckless and unreasonable, resorting to every trick imaginable to stay with her every night, even if it meant sleeping on the floor, he seemed delighted.

"Tong Tong, cover your feet."

As in every night before, he came to her bed and self-righteously tried to cover her feet.

Even if she coldly rejected him, gave him the cold shoulder, he seemed to not see it.

She wore a cold expression, allowing the person at the foot of the bed to skillfully perform the task of covering her feet. It wasn't that she refused, but rather, as proven, this person, after forgetting everything, had become even more insistent.

No matter how she rejected him, or how harshly she spoke to him, in the end she couldn't escape those hands. He would always hold her feet, placing them on his lap.

She looked over, the person at the foot of the bed was hanging their head low, a strand or two of glossy hair naturally falling from their forehead, covering their good-looking brows. It was still that face, but doing something she couldn't explain.

If... If this person was awake, Jian Tong thought to herself, if this person was awake, she would much rather have a reasoned conversation with them, talk about the future.

Now, this person doesn't remember anything at all. When she tries to get angry with him, he just looks at her with a puzzled expression and keeps asking her why she's mad at him.

Every time this happened, Jian Tong would feel suffocated and frustrated, ultimately only able to turn her head away, stiffly allowing this person to have their way.

"I'm going to work tomorrow."

But……

"Grandfather Wang has already said that my temperature has returned to normal," she moved her body, shifting her foot from the man's knee to a more comfortable position. Perhaps even she herself hadn't noticed, saying 'no' with her mouth but betraying herself with her actions. Deep down, she gradually accepted the habit of the man at the foot of the bed warming her feet every night.

Habit, is very frightening. I don't know who said this sentence, but many people unknowingly develop all kinds of habits. However, after the habit is formed, on a certain day, in a certain month and year, perhaps while reading, just getting off the subway, or doing any trivial thing, they suddenly realize... ah, when did this habit start

But in general, at the beginning of habit formation, few people realize that their life is being subtly changed, bit by bit. These changes are incredibly subtle, interwoven like threads, a kind of silent, smooth infiltration.

"Hmm." The man mumbled in response, lowering his head. She only glanced at him, the temperature beneath her feet was uncomfortably hot, a stark contrast to its usual coldness.

That night, he slept soundly until dawn. When Jian Tong woke up, he felt energetic and full of life, a stark contrast to his sickly appearance from the previous two days.

Pushing himself up, he habitually glanced at the floor, only to discover that the person who usually got out of bed early every morning was still buried under the covers.

She didn't wake the person up either. She simply climbed out of bed, walked around the clump on the floor, and headed towards the bedroom door.

In the kitchen, boiling water, putting rice into the pot, simmering porridge. After eating noodles for so long, I still miss the aroma of white rice porridge.

Go to the restroom, wash your face and hands, and groom yourself.

Until she had tidied her appearance and returned to the bedroom, the man was still lying on the floor asleep.

The aroma from the kitchen gradually wafted over, a pot of white rice porridge was placed on the dining table.

He thought to himself, the rice porridge cooked until soft and mushy must be ready by now. That person should have woken up by this time too.

She returned to the bedroom reluctantly, "Get up." She stood expressionlessly at the person's feet.

But the man remained still.

She was already feeling complex emotions toward this person, and now she was even more upset with them:

"What time are you planning to sleep" she asked coldly.

Her response was the cold of the room, and the figure curling in on itself even more.

"Hey! Wake up!" A surge of anger flared within her, and she crouched down before shoving him with a grunt.

This one, however...

Jian Tong's face changed, she hurriedly reached out to touch his forehead, her palm met with scorching heat.

A sudden inexplicable panic seized me, and I frantically searched for a thermometer.

"Shen Xiujin, wake up, wake up." She patted his cheek, and the man dazedly opened his eyes. The first thing he said after opening his eyes was:

"Tongtong, I'm going to cook noodles."

Cook some X noodles!

Jian Tong rarely swore so violently in her heart.

With a cold face, he shoved the thermometer under his armpit, but the man refused to cooperate.

She immediately threatened, "If you don't let me measure your armpit, I'll measure your rectal temperature."

He obediently opened his arms and let her put the thermometer in his armpit.

Don't even think about it, even without a thermometer, this person is definitely running a fever right now.

Time's up, take out the thermometer and look at the temperature on top. My hand trembled, almost dropping the thermometer.

Panic-stricken, she hurriedly reached for the phone on her dressing table with trembling hands: "Xi Chen, you have to, quickly bring Wang Ye over."

On the phone, Xi Chen heard her panic, but her condition, as their family doctor had said, was improving.

Let me just say: "Should we continue reinforcing today and giving more drips"

"It wasn't me!" she stammered, her voice trembling. "It was him, he has a fever, 41.2 degrees."

Xi Chen shouted from over there: "Wait, I'll bring a doctor right away!"

Time passed like years, that person was only awake for a moment before falling asleep again.

She didn't know why her heart was so flustered at this moment. He was still lying on the ground, she wanted to wake him up, "Wake up, wake up, Shen Xiujin, you wake up, go to bed and sleep."

The man grunted, but didn't open his eyes. Judging by his furrowed brow, he was in a lot of pain.

She glanced at him, hesitated for a moment, gritted her teeth, and lifted the blanket covering his body. She crouched down, braced his arm, and tried to move him onto the bed.

The structure of the human body is really strange. When a woman is even slightly awake, she can barely manage to support the weight of a man. But if this person is drowsy, their whole body becomes like a heavy iron block, heavier and heavier.

The woman gritted her teeth, beads of sweat trickling down her forehead. Her legs trembled, but she clung to the man with all her might, nearly exhausting herself completely. Finally, she managed to drag him onto the bed.

She waited for a while longer, pacing restlessly in the room, her anxiety growing.

Why is it so slow, why hasn't it arrived yet.

How come it's been so long

In the midst of this anxious wait, Xi Chen finally arrived in a rush.

Dr. Wang entered the bedroom, and she and Xichen stood beside her.

"41 degrees, quickly bring me my medicine box!" a disjointed sentence, but the man beside her smiled, leaning in with a warm breath suddenly brushing against her ear:"I bet."He whispered two words in her ear, calmly. The woman felt the arm that ha...