She wanted to grasp something warm and cozy to fill her heart, to saturate her entire being.
He heated up some milk and toasted bread.
Before long, he had prepared breakfast for her.
He carried the meal to the bed.
Qin Mu's eyes became dry and heated from the warm breakfast, her vision blurring involuntarily.
"Eat quickly, then take your medicine!"
"I can just take the medicine!"
Even a fool would realize they had a fever.
Because her breaths were scaldingly hot, she felt discomfort under her nose, and she was always sleepy, with her heavy eyelids seemingly about to close at any moment.
"Your stomach can't handle medicine on its own, eat first, quickly!"
He commanded, sitting beside her, and handed her the warm water.
Qin Mu cast him a slightly aggrieved look, resenting his sudden kindness, but still took the water cup and drank.
He then picked up the toast for her, and Qin Mu could hardly bear to look at him.
