"Mm, just went out to buy sothing." Ye Lingran was pulled back to reality by his voice, and she smiled at him: "When did you wake up?"
"A little after four, I even thought of calling to ask if you had gone back to your room." As Yun Qi spoke, he lifted his hand to gently brush off the snow from her shoulder and also flicked away the snowflakes from her black hair, his actions both gentle and affectionate: "What did you go out to buy? Didn’t even think to take an umbrella? This snow lts into water, and the chill could make you catch a cold."
"Um... didn’t you say the hotel’s food wasn’t quite to your taste? So I thought, since there’s a kitchen in the room with all the utensils, I’d go out and buy so ingredients to make you so light homade dishes tonight, to see if it helps improve your appetite." Ye Lingran, feeling a bit embarrassed by his actions, blushed lightly as she softly answered him, but then she thought for a mont and tentatively asked: "Um... does it seem a bit strange? Staying at a hotel and deciding to cook?"
"Not at all." Yun Qi, hearing her words, looked visibly more joyful, gazed at her bashful bridge, and asked with a smile: "You can cook?"
"Yes, a little. When I was young, my parents were often away for work trips, and it was usually just and my grandmother. Sotis, with nothing else to do, I would learn cooking from her, and gradually, I started to enjoy it." Ye Lingran smiled as she raised her hand to take off her scarf, looked at his complexion, and smiled as she asked: "You look a lot better after a nap. How are you feeling? Any dizziness or pain?"
"No, I feel pretty good."
"Did you take your temperature? Has the fever gone down?"
"I haven’t taken it."
"Then I’ll go get the thermoter to check." As she was about to turn around, he tightly grabbed her cold jade-like hand, making her pause, and her expression slightly stalled, suddenly a bit afraid to look back at him; her heartbeat uncontrollably sped up again.
"No rush. You just ca in from outside, take a rest first. Your hands are so cold; it must be quite chilly outside. Didn’t you bring a thicker coat?" Looking at her sowhat thin figure, Yun Qi’s brows furrowed slightly, his tone full of concern and tenderness.
"I’m fine, it is a bit cold outside, but it’s okay." Ye Lingran gave a slight smile, feeling a inexplicable sweetness rising in her heart, she t his gaze for two seconds, then hurriedly looked away: "I’ll go get the thermoter to take your temperature." She said, her eyes lowered slightly, glancing at his big hand holding hers with a bit of reluctance, hesitated a little, but still withdrew her hand, turned around, and ran to the drawer under the coffee table in the living room to get the thermoter, went over and took his forehead temperature, finding it down to 37.2 degrees, happily said: "The dicine at noon must have taken effect, the fever is gone."
"Mm."
"Then I’ll go make so food." Saying that, Ye Lingran took off her coat and put it together with the scarf on the sofa, rolled up the sleeves of her knitted top, looked around in the cupboard, and couldn’t find an apron. Because her top was white, if it got any oil stains on it, it would be troubleso.
But there was really no apron, she had no choice, she had to do without it.
"What are you looking for?" Just when she made up her mind, a familiar voice ca from behind.
Ye Lingran suddenly turned her head to look over and saw him standing behind her without her noticing, slightly surprised: "Looking for an apron, why... are you here?"
"I slept all day and wanted to get up and move around, see if there’s anything I can help with." Yun Qi smiled warmly, reached out to take down a waterlon red fabric with cartoon prints hanging on the wall, raised his brows and said: "If I’m not wrong, this should be an apron."
Ye Lingran was stunned for a mont, took the cloth from his hand, opened it slightly, and it was indeed an apron, she couldn’t help but laugh: "How did you know this was an apron? I didn’t even notice it."
"When I ca in yesterday, I took a casual look and noticed it. The overall kitchen decor is mostly Nordic style with dark tones, only this hanging piece seed a bit out of place, so I figured it must be sothing like an apron."
"I see!" Ye Lingran put on the apron, tied the string at the back, looked at him: "All done, you can go to the living room now!"
"Don’t you need my help?"
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