Watching Ye Yang turn around to pour hot water for her, his back made Song Jiaqiâs heart suddenly feel a wave of sadness.
Just now, she had that kind of illusion.
She hoped that after she recovered from this illness, she and Ye Yang could stop being so unclear.
Otherwise, if it continues like this...
She would be falling for him.
Itâs not scary if a man is good, but itâs scary if a man is good to you.
In her emotional vacancy, Song Jiaqi wasnât very confident in herself, let alone the man being Ye Yang.
Putting aside any other merits, he is Xiaoxiâs father.
Ye Yang poured a cup of hot water and brought it over. "Drink some hot water, you look very dehydrated."
While speaking, he helped Song Jiaqi sit up.
As soon as Song Jiaqi managed to prop herself up a bit, Ye Yangâs gaze fell on her chest.
Two very abrupt points...
Uh...
Of course, he didnât do it on purpose.
At this moment, Song Jiaqi also seemed to remember something and quickly pulled the blanket up a bit, so fast that it didnât seem like someone who was very ill.
Cough.
There was a bit of awkwardness between the two, but Song Jiaqi thought that the more awkward person now might be Ye Yang...
As a man, after seeing such an embarrassing situation, he couldnât just throw her back onto the bed, he had to pretend nothing happened and continue to help her up and feed her water.
To let him off quickly, Song Jiaqi drank that cup of hot water at her fastest speed and lay back down.
Ye Yang left for a while, and both of them acted as if nothing had happened.
"Canât sleep?" He noticed Song Jiaqi was still awake when he returned.
She had tried to sleep but failed.
Nodding slightly, she said, "I feel very nauseous... very tired, but just canât sleep."
However, there was nothing that could be done about it, Ye Yang couldnât help much, except for calling the nurse to change the second bottle when the infusion was almost done.
While changing the bottle, the nurse said, "Sister Jiaqi, I really envy you, having Ye Yang take care of you when youâre sick. If it were me, Iâd want to be sick too!"
Song Jiaqi was speechless, her face full of helplessness, "I donât want to be sick..."
This feeling of being so uncomfortable you feel like youâre going to die, she truly doesnât want to experience it again.
However, when sheâs sick, she deeply regrets it, always reminding herself to be careful with what she eats and not to eat junk food! But in normal times, when she doesnât see any signs of illness, how can she think of so much?
All thatâs on her mind is whatâs quickest and easiest to eat, as long as sheâs full, who cares whether itâs good for the body?
Sheâs lived for more than twenty years, and sheâs always been so rough, trying to be health-conscious? Aye, harder than the sky.
"Trouble is real..." Song Jiaqi smiled and said, "In the middle of the night, having to bother him to stay here with me, Luâer must hate me to death."
In Song Jiaqiâs opinion, he must have informed Luâer in advance. Smart people know to do this, otherwise, if a third party conveys it to Luâer, it could cause some conflict.
Ye Yang is not an idiot to let this happen.
"Be content," the nurse smiled, "you donât know how many people envy you."
Each and every one of them is Song Xiaoxi!
Ye Yang asked, "Miss, how much longer does she have to hang? Sheâs still uncomfortable now; when will she feel better?"
"That canât be certain, including this bottle, there are five more bottles to infuse."
"That many?" Ye Yang was shocked.
"Thereâs no other way, just that many."