"You rest, I’m really okay now, I’ll do it." Qin Jiran held Su Yanyi’s wrist, preventing her from moving, insisting that such rough work was really not suitable for Su Yanyi to do, and just watching her do it hurt his heart!
"You’re sick," Su Yanyi said with a frown and so displeasure. This man was sick and still fighting over chores, was he trying to make her feel more guilty, or did he really look down on her ability to do these things?
Qin Jiran sighed inwardly; he knew Yanyi was more stubborn than anyone. If he continued to insist he was fine, he would certainly be rejected by Yanyi, so he had no choice but to be honest: "I don’t want you doing these things, it hurts to watch."
"...Heart problem?" Su Yanyi said sowhat helplessly, making a dark joke. What did he an by it hurts to watch? She was just cleaning up so dishes, it was hardly a great hardship, what was there to be so heartbroken about!
"Yes, my heart tends to shatter easily when I’m with you," Qin Jiran continued along with Su Yanyi’s joke. He and Su Yanyi weren’t humorous people; they rarely joked with each other, but as they spent more ti together and their bond grew stronger, it seed they also beca a bit more humorous.
"If it shatters, just glue it back together," Su Yanyi said as she pushed Qin Jiran’s hands away and began to clean up the dishes, taking them all to the kitchen.
Qin Jiran could only watch helplessly, thinking to himself that he must take good care of his health in the future, definitely not get sick, and not let Yanyi take care of him like this. Although such care moved him imnsely, it also filled him with guilt and heartache. He must stay healthy to take care of Yanyi and let her do nothing but enjoy his care.
The Queen in his heart, so high above and radiant with strength, how could she be doing such things? This was all his fault!
When Su Yanyi finished and returned, she saw Qin Jiran sitting with a dejected look on the kang, which made her involuntarily think of a big, forlorn dog with a drooping head and ears, disheartened after being rejected by its master.
Su Yanyi walked over, couldn’t help but stroke Qin Jiran’s hair, and asked with curiosity, "Unhappy?"
Pets’ moods are very important—no, that’s not right—it’s the mood of a loved one that’s very important and needs appropriate care.
Qin Jiran pulled Su Yanyi’s hand and drew her into his embrace, holding her tightly before saying in a low voice, "I’ll get better very soon, and I’ll never get sick again."
The childlike statent made Su Yanyi smile, but she also understood what the man ant, and took the initiative to kiss the corner of his mouth, saying, "Then get well soon."
Qin Jiran was ill, and it wasn’t very suitable to take a bath in such conditions, but the man clearly wasn’t accustod to sleeping without bathing. So, he had no choice but to use a hot towel to quickly wipe himself down. Even so, Su Yanyi was urging him to hurry, as the temperature in the room was very low, and it wouldn’t be worth worsening his condition just for the sake of washing up.
After both had finished their ablutions and climbed onto the kang, Qin Jiran, having taken his dicine, looked at Su Yanyi sowhat uneasily and said, "I’m sick, I don’t know if it will be contagious to you."
Even though he still wanted to hold Yanyi in his sleep, what if he ended up infecting her?
Su Yanyi looked at Qin Jiran as if she were looking at a fool and said, "We’ve been eating together, even kissed, now you speak of being contagious, isn’t it a bit late for that?"
Hearing this, Qin Jiran imdiately laughed a bit sheepishly, realizing he had montarily forgotten all that in his enthusiasm.
"Silly," Su Yanyi expressed with a calm face, emphatically stating a single word. Then she climbed, yes, climbed right onto Qin Jiran, hugging his warm skin, found an extrely comfortable position, and slowly fell asleep.
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