Secret Love Nest

Care

Qing is sick!! And he is in Shanghai!!

Yes. This is me panicking as my man showed me (via video call) a thermometer saying that his temperature almost reached 39 degree celcius.

Qing: I am fine. I just feel a little lightheaded. But I am fine.

I don't know if I should be thankful or dread the high definition phones we own because I can see how pale Qing is through the video call.

Me: (worried, irritated and panicking) Stop saying you are fine! Who is taking care of you? Have you eaten? Your medicine? Qing ah! I can fly there tonight to take care of you!

Qing: (laughing and coughing simultenously) Don't tempt me. I really want you to take care of me. I want your hugs and kisses. Want you to sing for me...

Oh he is breaking my heart.

Me: Should I pack a bag now? I can be at the airport in just half an hour.

Qing: (sneezing and sniffing) No. Just stay there. I will be fine. I just need some rest. The production staffs and my people here are taking care of me. I have eaten and I have taken my medicine. You know I am the good patient. Unlike you...

I still worry. This is the first time that Qing got sick while shooting in Shanghai. He is as healthy as a horse when I kissed him goodbye just four days ago and now he is down with fever and cold.

Me: I can still sing for you...

Qing: Yeah? Please...

I started singing.

Qing closed his eyes and listen to me.

Me: (stopped singing) Qing! Are you still alive?

Qing: (opening his eyes widely in surprise) What the hell...?! Dayu! Of course I am still alive! (Coughing incessantly)

Me: (doubly panicking) Qing ah! Are you sure you are not caughing blood yet?

Qing: (labored breathing) (swallowing visibly) Stop with your delusional rambling. I am fine. This is just cold and fever Dayu. I am not dying yet...

Me: Oh my God! Yet? How many hours before you start dying?!

Qing: Maybe it's not a good idea to call you...

Me: Qing ah!

Qing: (hoarse tone) Stop shouting. You know what...let's end this call as I need to rest. I will call you tomorrow, okay? Stop worrying...

Me: Stop telling me to stop worrying. We have known each other for almost seven years now. When did I not worry when someone told me not to worry?

Qing: Good point. (Sneezing) (voice too nasally) Dayu, I will hang up now. I want to rest.

Me: Okay. I love you.

Qing: (smiling faintly) I love you too.

Then the call ended.

And I worry.

Of course I will worry. That's what I do best. Worry and Overthink. My two favorite hobbies.

My two deadliest hobbies. As I worry and overthink, I think these hobbies of mine will kill me.

So I tried clearing my mind. Reassuring myself that Qing is with his manager and assistant. And the production team of the drama he is shooting will not let one of their actors to die with fever and cold.