Shen Chengjing lay quietly on the bed, half asleep. By the time she got up, it was already noon.
She touched her forehead. Clearly, her fever had subsided.
She got up to wash her face, changed her clothes, and went downstairs. She saw Mo Wen sitting on the sofa with a pile of things on the table. His serious expression was even colder now.
"Mo Wen." She walked downstairs, carrying some boiled water and sat opposite to him.
When Mo Wen saw her, he pushed his notebook aside and strode towards the kitchen.
"Please have your meal." He brought the things that he had prepared earlier and placed them in front of her. He lowered his head decisively and continued to deal with his own matters.
She looked at the sandwiches, hot milk, and the bowl of millet congee he had brought.
"Thank you." Her stomach was growling from hunger, so she didn't stand on ceremony and quickly finished the congee. After drinking the milk, her eyes sized up Mo Wen.
