Mr.CEO Looks Exactly the Same as My Son!-Chapter 779: Feverished
Seeing that she hadn’t reacted for a long time, he thought she might have hit herself and was in pain. He lowered his head, intending to check what was wrong, and saw Qin Yin with her eyes closed, seemingly asleep.
...Does she have to fall asleep so quickly?
He muttered inwardly. It was just as well; this way, she wouldn’t make any more fuss. He propped her up to stand properly, bent over, and directly picked her up. He walked toward his car not far away, reached the passenger seat, and gently placed her down. He opened the car door, helped her sit inside, fastened her seatbelt, then closed the car door, walked around the front of the car, opened the driver’s side door, got in, started the car, and drove away.
His apartment wasn’t far from there, and since he was feeling a bit unwell, he didn’t take her home but went directly to his apartment. He supported her into the room, laid her on his bed, and covered her with a blanket. Worried she might vomit during the night, he prepared a trash bin beside the bed and poured a glass of water to place on the nightstand, then turned to find clothes from the closet before leaving the room.
He went to the bathroom in the second bedroom to take a shower, stepped out in slippers, went to the shoe cabinet, picked up the medicine he bought before coming back, took a few pills by dosage, walked into the kitchen, poured a glass of water, and swallowed the medicine.
He sat on the sofa in the living room, rubbed his aching head, didn’t even want to return to the second bedroom, and grabbed a quilt from the closet in the bedroom, directly lay on the sofa, and fell asleep. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺
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The next morning, Qin Yin was awakened by a headache. She opened her eyes, looked at the setting of the room, frowned slightly, and thought she had been here before, but couldn’t immediately recall where this place was.
She lifted the blanket, got out of bed, glanced at the slippers beside the bed, put them on, and walked out of the room...
She felt more and more familiar with the place until she saw the figure in the kitchen, suddenly remembering where she was.
"Awake?" Mo Han smelled the sound of water pouring, turned his head to glance at her, and spoke with a hoarse voice.
"What’s wrong with you?" She asked, recognizing something wrong with his voice.
He took a sip from the cup, and the dry feeling in his throat eased a lot before he spoke, "Just a cold. By the way, are you hungry? If you are, just cook something for yourself!"
"I... I’m not hungry. Are you feeling unwell and have you taken medicine?"
"Not yet." He suddenly thought of something, put down the cup, walked over to her, and went straight into the room. When he came out, he held a brand new shirt in his hand.
"I don’t have women’s clothes here. This is new; you can make do with it for now. You drank last night; a bath might make you feel a bit better. If you’re hungry, just cook something yourself. I’m not feeling well, so I won’t be taking care of you."
After speaking, he handed her the shirt, went to the sofa, lifted the quilt, and lay down to sleep.
Qin Yin stood in place, holding the edge of the shirt, lightly pressed her lips, then went into the bedroom to wash and change. She put on the shirt, which was a little large and long, reaching directly to her knees, and wore her underwear underneath as she made do.
She washed her clothes and hung them up to dry before leaving the room and entering the living room. On the sofa, Mo Han was lying with his eyes tightly closed, his brows lightly furrowed, seemingly very uncomfortable.
She reached out to touch his forehead and realized it was alarmingly hot. She quickly withdrew her hand, searched the living room, found the medicine kit, took out some fever-reducing medicine, carefully checked the dosage, took a few pills, poured water, and helped him sit up. After he took the medicine, she helped him lie back down.
