The bedroom once again fell silent.
Qiao Ruoxin looked down at the palm of her hand, marked with the lipstick print left by Wen Wan.
She walked towards the bathroom with a look of disgust, washing her hands several times with hand soap.
Returning to the bedside, she sat on the single sofa, propping her cheeks with her hands, and quietly watched the sleeping Mo Chen.
Her gaze inadvertently caught sight of the many medicine bottles placed to one side.
Qiao Ruoxin picked one up to see, imported medicine for improving sleep quality, and others for calming irritable moods, and so on…
Her face stiffened slightly, and she looked up at Mo Chen, questioning if he had to take so many pills every day.
Her heart trembled…
Qiao Ruoxin picked up a thermometer and took the man's temperature at his wrist—it was still a low fever.
How can he get better, sleeping on without eating or drinking?
"Mo Chen! Wake up… Mo Chen!"
She called out softly twice, and the man lying on the bed suddenly opened his eyes like a fierce beast disturbed from sleep, his eyes dark and stormy, seemingly ready to explode at any moment.
To know Mo Chen exploding was akin to the end of the world.
It was terrifying to the extreme.
She'd been scared half to death by it two years ago.
Qiao Ruoxin wanted to touch his forehead, but she still did not have the courage.
Mo Chen stared at her in silence for a long time, his well-defined, slender fingers supporting his forehead as he sat up, his head splitting with pain.
"How long have I slept?" he asked, his voice low and hoarse, chilling to the bone.
"They said you've slept for a day, why don't you eat something, okay?"
Her beautiful eyes looked at the man, her lashes curled and thick, her small upturned nose delicate, her skin fair and radiant.
Mo Chen's voice was deep and flat, "I have no appetite."
"Then I will make something for you myself, will you eat a little?" She coaxed the man with a soft, sweet voice, her temper good.
The man's handsome face was shrouded in frost, his brows weary with exhaustion, he responded coldly with a "Mm."
Even with such a cold response, Qiao Ruoxin couldn't help but laugh happily.
"Okay, then drink some water first. I'll make something for you, just wait."
Qiao Ruoxin poured a glass of water for him, then turned and left the bedroom.
Mo Chen, leaning against the bed with the cup in hand, lowered his gaze, a mocking smile appearing on his lips.
Since when had this "Little Ghost" been so caring towards him?
He couldn't find any memory that matched the scenes from just before.
…
Qiao Ruoxin cooked personally, preparing a bowl of Tonkotsu Chashu Ramen, a few pan-fried dumplings, and a cup of freshly squeezed juice.
But the housekeeper came to tell her, "Master Mo has gone to the study."
She could only carry the tray upstairs to the study.
Entering the study, she found Mo Chen working, a stark contrast to the irritable man who had just woken up.
She set the tray down on the desk and pushed it in front of him.
Mo Chen's fingers paused from typing, then he closed his laptop.
"Finish it all, okay? I went through a lot of trouble to cook this for you."
Qiao Ruoxin sat opposite him at the desk, her posture signaling she planned to watch him eat.
The man picked up his chopsticks and ate gracefully with an air of elegance and good manners.
Her lips curled into a smile, "That fried egg, I made it very tender especially for you, try it."
Mo Chen lifted his gaze to her, the intense loathing seemingly hidden in his dark eyes. He spoke with a grave voice, "I've never seen you be so obedient. Live long enough, and you'll see everything."
"When I came to find you, I happened to see Wen Wan trying to steal a kiss from you," she mentioned with an offhand tone.
Mo Chen's pupils dilated sharply as he raised his eyes to her, his voice could freeze over, "What did you say?"
Qiao Ruoxin smiled, "I stopped her. She ended up kissing my palm, so disgusting."
Hearing her words, Mo Chen's expression slowly returned to normal, his tone distant, "It is quite disgusting; don't touch her lips again."
He would not allow anyone to touch Qiao Ruoxin, not men, and not women either.
"Mm, okay."
"Did you disinfect it?"
"..."