"You…If you do this again, I"ll never bother myself with you!" Lin Chu blushed. Her lips were still feeling numb.
Yan Beicheng replied hoa.r.s.ely, "If you don"t care about me, n.o.body would care about me."
Lin Chu was stunned. She was about to turn away but seeing Yan Beicheng this way, she believed he was not pretending to gain sympathy. For some reason, she knew he was telling the truth.
Although she was not sure why, but Lin Chu strangely stopped herself from leaving.
She seemed to remember the shadow of a young boy who fit the image of this man lying in bed in front of her.
She vaguely recalled that young boy saying the same words to her, "n.o.body would care about me."
Lin Chu did not say anything but quietly picked up the thermometer which Yan Beicheng had thrown to the side. She looked at the rising mercury within the thermometer and her eyes narrowed.
She looked at Yan Beicheng sarcastically, "Master Yan, your brain hasn"t been fried, right?"
Yan Beicheng gave her an innocent look.
Lin Chu held the thermometer in front of Yan Beicheng, "49 degrees. You can cook an egg with that. Your brain hasn"t been fried, right?"
Lin Chu would not believe him with such a strangely high temperature.
Yan Beicheng, "…"
He had left it in hot water when Lin Chu rang the doorbell. While it had taken a while for Lin Chu to reach his house, he was so afraid she would leave that he had focused completely on her, forgetting about the thermometer.
When Lin Chu entered his house, he did not even think about the thermometer, resulting in him forgetting to return the temperature on it back to normal.
"This was an accident. I"m truly having a fever," Yan Beicheng said hoa.r.s.ely as he carefully tugged at a corner of Lin Chu"s t-s.h.i.+rt.
Lin Chu dropped her gaze to take a look at it, "…"
The heat on his body was not lying. Lin Chu shook the thermometer to return the mark to its original place and stuck it into Yan Beicheng"s mouth, "Let"s retake your temperature."
With that, she sat on a sofa close to the bed, not knowing what else was there for her to say.
She could not help thinking about why Yan Beicheng did not buy himself an electronic thermometer. Why must he use this type with mercury? Now they were forced to wait it out in awkwardness.
For Yan Beicheng, on the other hand, his dark eyes watched her intently while he had the thermometer in his mouth. No matter if Lin Chu looked somewhere else or lowered her head to busy herself with the phone, she was unable to avoid his eyes. She felt his gaze burning her furiously on the forehead.
Lin Chu had just browsed through all the Weibo accounts of her friends but could not concentrate on reading any of them. She decided to put her phone aside and stood up, "I"ll go make you some congee. Don"t mess with the thermometer and take your temperature properly."
She ran out of the bedroom after finis.h.i.+ng her words.
Yan Beicheng"s lips curled up slightly, his perfect fingers touching his lips. Lin Chu"s temperature was still imprinted on it.
Yan Beicheng"s kitchen did not lack any ingredients. Lin Chu found some millet very quickly and immediately put it in water to make millet congee. She took out a cuc.u.mber from the fridge, slicing it into strips and mixing it with some vinegar and salt for Yan Beicheng to have as an appetizer.