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"Um?"

Jiang Ran was taken aback and subconsciously called out, "Sister?"

Wen Ling's eyebrows twitched, and her chest rose and fell, producing even breathing sounds.

She was still asleep, not awake.

However, her right hand was still clutching Jiang Ran's clothes, and the indentation at her fingertips created several wrinkles.

She gripped it tightly, and Jiang Ran tried several times but couldn't pry her hand off.

I was mainly afraid of waking her up.

Jiang Ran's phone was still on the dining table downstairs and he hadn't brought it up yet. If he insisted on going down, he would inevitably wake Wen Ling.

After thinking for a moment, Jiang Ran decided that it was best not to go down for the time being.

After all, Wen Ling is currently ill, so he should be more accommodating.

He didn't move again, but sat down on the side of the bed and looked around Wen Ling's bedroom.

Wen Ling's bedroom was very tidy, with a very simple overall layout. There weren't even any potted plants. At this moment, apart from her breathing as she slept, the only sound was the warm air from the central air conditioning above her head.

Jiang Ran couldn't help but turn her head to look at Wen Ling, who was fast asleep.

Her style is completely different when she's not wearing glasses compared to when she is. Those gold-rimmed glasses that always hang on her nose seem to seal her away; once she takes them off, she's no different from the gentle older sister she always was...

The passionate scene that had just unfolded in the kitchen downstairs flashed through my mind.

Jiang Ran only remembered that he was angry at the time, and he didn't pay much attention to Wen Ling's expression. What he remembered most was her coquettish tone, which was completely opposite to her usual stern tone.

Gazing at Wen Ling's sleeping face, Jiang Ran seemed to hear those decadent songs echoing in his ears.

He subconsciously swallowed.

No, I can't watch anymore, my sister is still sick...

Jiang Ran quickly looked away. He glanced around and noticed the small, thick-cushioned stool under the bedside table.

Without much thought, he simply pulled out the stool.

Jiang Ran stood up, casually tugged at his waistband, and then sat down beside the warm bed.

As the air conditioner continued to blow hot air, the indoor temperature gradually rose significantly.

Bathed in the warm yellow light, Jiang Ran, her eyelids trembling, leaned down by Wen Ling's bedside and fell asleep almost immediately...

The next morning.

When the midday sun shone in, Wen Ling opened her eyes somewhat dazed.

My head doesn't feel as heavy as it did yesterday, but the stray hairs on my forehead are still damp and uncomfortable.

She blinked a few times in a daze, and just as she was about to sit up in bed, she felt a warm sensation rising up on her right shoulder.

Wen Ling subconsciously looked over.

In an instant, she sat up abruptly!

Jiang, Jiang Ran?!

How did he end up in her bedroom?!

Seemingly noticing Wen Ling's movement, Jiang Ran stirred her head, rubbing her sleepy eyes, and said, "Sister, you're awake?"

"you......"

Wen Ling opened her mouth subconsciously, but the voice that came out was extremely hoarse, and a strong stinging sensation emanated from her throat.

"bite."

"Thirty-six degrees eight".

"The fever has gone down, so there's no need to go to the hospital..."

Jiang Ran, familiar with the procedure, grabbed the thermometer and aimed it at Wen Ling's forehead. After hearing the notification sound, he murmured something.

Seeing his sudden series of actions, Wen Ling's eyes widened. She wanted to make a sound, but the pain in her throat forced her to swallow her words back!

Noticing Wen Ling's open mouth but silent movement, Jiang Ran touched her neck, stood up, and said, "Sister, does your throat hurt? I'll get you a glass of warm water."

Before Wen Ling could reply, he naturally picked up the water glass from the bedside table to get some water.

Staring at his back, Wen Ling was completely frozen!

Did he sleep in her bedroom all night last night?!

Her gaze shifted downwards, and she saw a small stool that had been flattened under the headboard.

He stayed by her side all night in this position, was he worried that her high fever would persist all night?

"Here you are."

"Sister, I'll leave the water here. Drink it first, and I'll go downstairs now to make you breakfast."

Unaware of Wen Ling's expression, Jiang Ran casually placed the water glass on the bedside table, then yawned and left.

The bedroom returned to silence, with only the water glass on the bedside table still steaming, a testament to the reality of what had just happened.

Wen Ling found it difficult to describe her feelings at that moment.

Looking at the slightly ajar bedroom door, she felt an uncontrollable surge of warmth welling up in her heart.

She remembered telling Jiang Ran that after marriage, they should not interfere with each other's personal lives.

But what about last night?

He slept in her bedroom all night, which was clearly a breach of boundaries, but it was out of concern for her.

Thinking back to how she had slapped Jiang Ran last night because she lost control of her emotions, a sense of guilt instantly welled up inside her!

It was clearly her who, overwhelmed by shame, lost control of her emotions and vented them on Jiang Ran. Yet, he said nothing, and upon learning of her illness, he maturely insisted on taking her to the hospital, even staying by her side all night...

Wen Ling has always felt like a pre-designed robot, and even her mother, Ms. Zhou, often says so.

Ms. Zhou said she lacked the warmth that humans should have.

She never understood what it meant until she met Jiang Ran.

Her rapidly beating heart didn't lie; this was the first time Wen Ling had ever felt warmth from a stranger other than her father...

Without realizing it, Wen Ling felt a stinging sensation in her nose. In the instant her vision blurred, she quickly threw off the covers and got out of bed.

Since he's been so good to her, she should reciprocate in some way...

The restaurant on the first floor.

Jiang Ran, wearing an apron, busied herself in the kitchen for nearly half an hour before finally bringing out the food.

After he had finished arranging the dishes on the table, he heard the elevator door open from the elevator lobby.

He looked up and saw Wen Ling, dressed in a gray tracksuit, walking out from around the corner of the elevator lobby.

"Sister, won't you sleep a little longer? I was planning to bring your food upstairs!"

Jiang Ran scratched his head and reached up to untie the apron strap behind him.

Wen Ling didn't speak, but simply shook her head gently and walked to the dining table to sit down.

"Oh, right, I also steamed some egg custard for you. Adding a little sesame oil is good for your throat. Wait a moment, I'll go get it!"

With that, Jiang Ran left a message and turned to go back into the kitchen.

Looking around the dining table, Wen Ling noticed that her glasses were perfectly intact on the corner of the table, next to Jiang Ran's phone.

The tender moments in the kitchen last night flashed through Wen Ling's mind, and she blushed unconsciously.

She quickly put on her glasses and then discreetly picked up Jiang Ran's phone.

Seeing the password unlock prompt pop up on the screen, Wen Ling frowned slightly. The next second, she silently entered a few numbers...