Eternal Burning [MTL] (Completed)

Chapter 33 Black Tide Recedes

    When Shang Muxiao's flash delivery arrived, another half an hour had passed, and it was still the claypot rice I ordered from the roast meat restaurant last time. It's a pity that it's a little cold, and I don't have much appetite, so I feel tired after eating a little, so I just put it down and went to bed.

    After an afternoon of rest, the fever didn't subside, but it didn't rise either. It's just that the soreness on my body was really annoying, making me toss and turn, and I couldn't sleep well.

    I don't know if tomorrow will be better, or if I have to ask for leave, it will be very troublesome.

    It's the end of the term, and everyone is very busy. It would be too bad if everyone's work was delayed because of me...

    After sleeping intermittently for a long time, I vaguely heard the sound of someone opening the door outside.

    I struggled to wake up, but my body was soft and wet, and I didn't even have the strength to get up and turn on the light. When I listened carefully, the sound outside disappeared, and I didn't know whether it was a dream or an auditory hallucination.

    My eyelids were heavy, I closed my eyes, and gradually fell asleep again. Suddenly, a gust of cold wind rushed into the bedroom, I shivered, opened my eyes, and found a tall and vague figure standing outside the door.

    "Teacher, you went to bed at nine o'clock? It's too early."

    The lights in the room suddenly turned on with Shang Muxiao's voice, which made me very uncomfortable. I frowned and buried my face in the quilt inside.

    "Today, today is too tired..." I said hoarsely.

    Shang Muxiao was silent for a moment, then walked to the bed and squeezed his hand in through the gap.

    His hands carry the coldness of the outdoors, and usually feel a little cold, but today it is just right, and people can't help but stick it on it to cool down the burning brain.

    Through the quilt, it seemed that Shang Muxiao gave a heavy "tsk". I trembled subconsciously, not daring to rub against it again.

    "You have a fever, do you know?" The comfortable temperature on the forehead left, and the next moment, the quilt was forcefully lifted.

    I squinted my eyes, slowly got used to the light, stroked my forehead and said, "I know, it's just a low-grade fever, it'll be fine after a night of sleep, it's not a big problem."

    Shang Muxiao looked at me for a while, then turned and left, and came back after a few minutes with a glass of warm water in his hand.

    He helped me up, fed me and drank water, I took two sips and refused to drink any more, turned my face away.

    "Your lips are so dry and you're sweating so much, don't you want to drink more?" He stroked my forehead hair, and his fingertips left a tingling mark on the side of my face.

    Resisting the urge to tremble, I shook my head: "No need, I'm not thirsty." Not

    thirsty is false, but when I think that I may not have the strength to relieve my hands alone, I would rather do a little.

    "Why do you have a fever all of a sudden?" Shang Muxiao rubbed the end of my eyes and said thoughtfully, "I was fine yesterday."

    I froze, lowered my eyes, tightened my fingertips slightly, grabbed the quilt cover, I didn't know how to speak for a while.