Sister, can I be a maid too?

Just kidding, you've already eaten the plain steamed buns and drunk the ginger soup. If you were to jump out now and say, "Oh, I was just kidding," wouldn't that be a huge loss for you?

I'd rather stay in bed and pretend to be sick.

Seeing his cooperative manner, Lin Jianxia's lips seemed to curve slightly, but she quickly pursed them and coughed lightly, saying:

"Well... Wanwan, I'll go clean up the dishes now. You should go back to your room first and not disturb Jiang Yubai's rest."

But Lin Tingwan looked at the "weak" Jiang Yubai on the bed, shook her head, and lowered her head to write carefully in the notebook:

"Sister, go ahead. I'll stay with Jiang Yubai."

Lin Jianxia opened her mouth, glanced between the two, and finally just pursed her lips and said:

"Then don't bother him. He's a patient right now and needs to rest."

She emphasized the word "patient".

Jiang Yubai felt that these words were somewhat sarcastic, but he couldn't find any fault with them for the time being.

Lin Jianxia left after saying "I'll be back in a bit."

In the room, only the two of them could be heard breathing softly.

Seeing that Lin Jianxia had left, Jiang Yubai immediately stopped his weak and whimpering act and his expression returned to normal.

He stroked his chin, deep in thought.

This guy... he's not really planning to treat him like he has a fever all day, is he? Just leave him lying there until night?

Can not be done.

He used to fall asleep when he had a fever, but if he had to lie in bed all day now, wouldn't he be bored to death?

Jiang Yubai was pondering how to recover more naturally when he suddenly smelled a faint scent of lavender wafting closer.

Coming to his senses, he turned his head and saw that Lin Tingwan had leaned over at some point and gently placed the back of her hand on his forehead.

He was taken aback at first, then found himself both amused and exasperated.

"It's nothing, it's nothing, I don't have a fever."

It seems that having a fever all day last time really scared this girl. As soon as she heard that he was not feeling well, the first thing she did was to use her little hand to check her own temperature.

But Lin Tingwan didn't stop. She touched his forehead and then her own, and only withdrew her little hand after confirming that the temperature was normal.

She stared at Jiang Yubai for a few seconds, then lowered her head and began scribbling in her notebook.

"Is Jiang Yubai feeling unwell?"

Jiang Yubai could still act without changing his expression in front of Lin Jianxia, ​​but when faced with Lin Tingwan's clear yet worried eyes, he suddenly felt a little guilty.

He gently ruffled the girl's soft hair, his tone softening unconsciously:

"It's nothing, your sister is making a mountain out of a molehill."

Lin Tingwan stared at him for a long time, unsure whether she believed him or not. She simply lowered her head and wrote a few words in her notebook.

The handwriting this time was brief and familiar.

"hug."

Although Jiang Yubai was somewhat surprised, he still nodded familiarly.

Before she could even agree, Lin Tingwan leaned over and gently lifted a corner of the blanket—

But this time she didn't rush into his arms as usual.

The girl leaned closer, gently wrapping one arm around Jiang Yubai's neck and pulling his head towards her chest, while her other hand soothingly patted the top of his head.

Jiang Yubai felt that the air around him was filled with the scent of lavender, and for a moment his mind went blank.

After an unknown amount of time, Lin Tingwan finally let go of her hand, sat back down in her chair, and began writing something with her head down.

"Is Jiang Yubai feeling better?"

Jiang Yubai was still a little dazed for a moment, only feeling the soft touch lingering on his cheek.

He nodded subconsciously: "Feeling better..."

It's more than just a little better.

Even if he were truly lying in bed on the verge of death, a hug like that could probably extend his life by three more days.

But then, he suddenly realized—

The nature of this hug... is different from the usual requests.

This hug was given to him by Lin Tingwan.

It seems that in a young girl's world, a hug is the best cure for everything.

That's why when Lin Tingwan felt he was uncomfortable, she would earnestly do this, using a hug to try and make him feel better.

His heart softened, and he suddenly couldn't bear to let the girl continue to worry.

“Wanwan,” Jiang Yubai sighed, “Actually, I’m not sick.”

He patiently explained the whole story, including the joking "egg-shedding period" and the fact that he had been pretending to be unwell while wearing an umbrella these past two days.

"...So, that's the situation."

Jiang Yubai paused after speaking, then belatedly realized—wait, will Lin Tingwan be angry?

To be honest, if it were Jiang Yubai himself, a friend would say they were sick, and he would take good care of them for a long time, only to have the friend casually say, "It was all a lie"...

If he doesn't beat him so badly he can't get out of bed, then Jiang Yubai is truly kind-hearted.

After putting himself in her shoes for a moment, he looked at Lin Tingwan with some nervousness.

Lin Tingwan seemed to finally understand what he meant and held up her notebook.

"So Jiang Yubai isn't sick?"

Jiang Yubai nodded cautiously.

"That's good."

Jiang Yubai was stunned when he saw those three simple words and the girl's obviously relaxed expression.

He pursed his lips, and suddenly felt an urge to pull this incredibly cute girl into his arms.

—I'm never faking illness again. If I do, I'm a dog.

Jiang Yubai was thinking this to himself, and was about to say something when a soft "click" came from the doorway—

He slumped back down in a flash, his face instantly switching back to that weak expression.

Woof woof, woof woof woof..... woof woof woof woof woof woof.

(Well, I've already put on this act... I might as well finish it today.)

Lin Jianxia had obviously just finished washing the dishes. She peeked at Jiang Yubai on the bed, then at Lin Tingwan sitting beside her, and said:

"Wanwan, you should go back to your room and rest. I'll take care of Jiang Yubai here."

After glancing at Jiang Yubai, Lin Tingwan obediently nodded, got up, and left.

Lin Jianxia sat down in the chair without any hesitation, smiling and resting her chin on her hand:

How are you feeling?

Jiang Yubai always felt that her expression didn't seem like she was looking at a patient, but rather like she was looking at something interesting.

He nodded weakly, his voice feeble:

"I feel okay... I just don't have much strength. Lying down for a while should make me feel better..."

He was essentially laying the groundwork for his future recovery, but Lin Jianxia's eyes lit up when she heard this:

"Can't you exert any strength? Do you have a cold?"

Jiang Yubai: "?"

Before he could react, Lin Jianxia suddenly stood up again, saying with conviction:

"I have a family secret recipe for treating colds, it's incredibly effective, just wait a minute!"

After saying that, he suddenly ran out again.

He looked rather impatient.

Jiang Yubai couldn't help but feel a sense of foreboding.

In less than two minutes, Lin Jianxia carefully carried a bowl back, her steps light and quick, a bright smile on her face:

"Ginger soup is here~~"

Chapter 139 Lin Jianxia pinned down on the bed

"Ginger soup is here~~"

Lin Jianxia entered the room happily, carrying a bowl of steaming ginger soup in her hand.

Jiang Yubai was still a little dazed when the guy sat down in front of him.

He stared blankly at the bowl of reddish-brown liquid that exuded an ominous aura, his eyes slowly widening.

"No, didn't I just have one?!" Jiang Yubai said in disbelief, "Why are you bringing me another bowl?"

Lin Jianxia suppressed a smile and said in a serious tone:

"That bowl was for breakfast, mainly to prevent it, while this bowl is for you to relieve your cold symptoms."

"Who said I have a cold? Where would I get any symptoms?!"

"I feel weak all over, isn't that perfect?" Lin Jianxia said confidently.

Jiang Yubai was speechless:

"Who told you that feeling weak all over means you have a cold? Is it wrong for me to feel unwell during my molting period?"

But Lin Jianxia didn't listen to his explanation at all; she just smiled and shook the small bowl in her hand.

"No, you have to take your medicine when you're sick. Fighting the disease won't work!"

Jiang Yubai had a feeling that something was off about this guy since morning, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.