After wiping him down all night, I end up falling asleep. When I wake up, the sun is bright and I am wrapped in warmth.
Glancing down, I see a strong arm draped over my waist. How did I end up sleeping on the bed? Gingerly, I try to lift his arm but he moans in his sleep and tightens his grip.
"Panda King." I say softly but he doesn't respond. His body is still hot. I'll have to wipe him down again.
Sighing, I lie next to him for a while, waiting for him to move. Once his arm is off me, I jump out and get ready before going down to make breakfast. I also call the company to inform them that Panda will be absent today.
After cooking some porridge for him, I take it upstairs with orange juice. He can't have anything greasy yet.
Placing the back of my hand on his forehead, I feel his temperature. It's still warm but less than yesterday.
As I remove my hand, he grabs hold of it. "Tin." He moans.
Is he awake or still asleep?
"Panda, wake up and have some porridge." I say softly and stroke his hair like a child's. His soft, long hair feels pleasant to run my fingers through.
He doesn't stir. Getting the towel, I wipe him down again.
"How is he?" Liana asks, poking her head into the room.
"His fever is a little better than last night but he hasn't woken up. I've made him some porridge." I explain, gesturing to the tray.
"That's good. I'll go to the company today to make sure everything is going smoothly." She says.
I nod, "Thank you Liana."
Her face tints red for some reason as she smiles, "It's my duty anyway. I thought idiots don't get ill."
"Exactly." I chuckle, "But here we have witnessed one becoming sick."
Liana giggles, "I'll leave him in your care Tin. Let me know if anything happens."
"Sure."
***
Taking care of Panda proves much more difficult than being his slave for 24 hours. The man becomes very touchy and clingy in his weak, semi-conscious state and I have to keep pushing his hands off me.
"Panda! How many times do I need to tell you that I am not your doll?" I shout in frustration, pushing his hand off me for the nth time.
He whimpers like a sick kitten and stares at me with his big ocean eyes, his bottom lip sticking out like a child's. Damn it! I can't fall for it!
I close my eyes and shake my head. "Stay still like a good boy."
"Tiiiiinnnnn." He moans, "I just want to hold your hand."
Face palming myself, I peek through my fingers. This man is going to either kill me or get me killed one of these days.
Giving in, I reluctantly hold my hand out and he happily takes it. He rubs it against his cheek, making my face heat up. Why is he acting cute?
"It's soft." Pan says, "Just like a girl's."
I gape at him. This man!
Did he just smirk?! I lean over him as he turns to the other side.
He is definitely smirking after teasing me!
"Y-you! Panda King!" I shout.
He turns back around and our noses bump into each other. I ignore the fluttering inside me.
"What?" He asks innocently.
"You're playing with me!" I say angrily, not moving away.
He reaches over and places a hand over my mouth, "Your reactions are so fun." He whispers with a smirk.
I want to punch him as I push his hand off me. "I'll call the head maid to look after you since I don't need to anymore."
"Tin. Don't be like this. I really don't want anyone else to take care of me."
I shouldn't be feeling happy at his words. He is only using me.
"You can take care of yourself." I say and flick his forehead.
"No, don't go Tin! The headlines will be covered with my death tomorrow!" He shouts after me.
Peeking back into his room, I roll my eyes, "Stop exaggerating. Did you graduate in drama? You're always over-dramatic."
"Is that a pick up line?" He pauses and grins, "Are you flirting with me Tin? Sorry, I'm not into men."
My face is scarlet as I glare at him. "Shut up! I would rather get killed than flirt with a jerk like you!"
"Wait, where are you going? How can you leave a sick person alone?" He calls but I ignore him.
Walking outside, I stretch and breathe in the fresh air. This feels better. I can finally relax. Why are Panda's words and teasing affecting me nowadays? Why am I concerned about him? I can't even breathe properly when I am near him.
Damn it! Why did I let him bring me back here?