Make a Living by Your Face [Quick Wear] ━ Vol.1

7.10 - Get ill

　　Entering the elevator, Shen Mian yawned. He hadn't had a drop of water since last night. He was hungry and tired. He leaned on Lu Ze's broad shoulders and muttered, "Why are you here?"

　　"I couldn't contact you, so I just waited."

　　Lu Ze adjusted his posture slightly to make him lean more comfortably, and asked, "What did he say to you?"

　　Shen Mian snorted: "What does it have to do with you?"

　　Lu Ze lowered his eyes and glanced at him, then frowned, "Why do you look so bad? Are you sick? Or did he do something to you?"

　　Shen Mian said weakly: "Nothing, I'm just starving to death."

　　Lu Ze's face darkened, and he asked, "He didn't let you eat these two days? That's great. I'll be there soon, shall I order takeout for you?"

　　Shen Mian rolled his eyes at him and said, "There is rice at home, cook some porridge for me."

　　Lu Ze said, "I don't know how to make porridge, and it takes time to cook and it doesn't taste good. If you think takeout is unhygienic, I'll ask my aunt to deliver food to me, which is faster than takeout."

　　Shen Mian pulled at his collar and insisted, "I just want to drink porridge."

　　Lu Ze couldn't do anything about him. "Okay, okay, I'll cook it for you myself. Are you satisfied?"

　　Shen Mian nodded and said, "Silly boy, you are still the best."

　　Lu Ze snorted and laughed: "It's good that you know."

　　After entering the room, Lu Ze put him on the bed, reached out to feel the temperature on his forehead, his face looked better, and said, "Fortunately, you don't have a fever. Wait, I'll go make porridge for you."

　　"Go quickly, my stomach is empty."

　　Lu Ze snorted and laughed: "You should be starved. See if you will follow others next time."

　　As he said that, he rolled up his sleeves and walked to the kitchen. Shen Mian listened to the noise outside, hoping that the house would not be burned down.

　　As I was thinking, I fell asleep again.

　　When he woke up, his body was burning hot, but he was also feeling chills. Lu Ze was lying beside the bed holding his hand. As soon as he moved his arm, the man woke up with a start.

　　"Are you awake? Are you hungry? The porridge is ready. I saw you were sleeping so soundly that I didn't have the heart to wake you up."

　　Shen Mian said: "I want to drink porridge."

　　"good."

　　Lu Ze turned and went out. After a while, he came back with a bowl of porridge. Shen Mian glanced at it and said, "Try it first."

　　Lu Ze was so angry that he laughed. He sat down on the bed, stretched out his hand and hugged him in his arms. He scooped a spoonful of porridge, blew on it a few times, and handed it to his lips, "Don't worry, it won't kill you."

　　Shen Mian was really hungry, so he opened his mouth and ate. The food tasted okay. He was so hungry now that everything tasted delicious.

　　"Why don't I do it myself?"

　　Lu Ze stared at his wet pink lips, his Adam's apple moved, and said, "You are a patient, it is my duty to take care of you."

　　Shen Mian glanced at him. He was happy to be served, so naturally he would not argue over such things. He opened his mouth and continued to eat. Lu Ze watched his originally pale pink lips gradually regain their color, and his brows softened quietly.