On the day of the Fireworks Gala, there were two things Yan Feng couldn't figure out.

First, why did Feng Yao give him such a resentful look before leaving, staring at him for a full two minutes, and even when she left with the pet carrier, she looked completely unhappy.

Wasn't she the one who wanted to adopt it? Yan Feng was genuinely puzzled.

As for the second thing, it was probably...

Why did Chen Xi fall ill?

Yan Feng looked at the thermometer in his hand, just taken from under her arm, reading 37.8°C. Not extremely high, but still a fever.

His gaze fell on Chen Xi, lying in bed with a pained expression. He regretted not considering the young girl's health and indulging her in watching the fireworks...

Now, he had no choice but to inform the company and take an unprecedented two-day leave to focus on taking care of the sick young girl at home.

He removed the damp towel from Chen Xi's forehead, re-wet it, and placed it back, occasionally wiping the sweat from her forehead.

Though it might not be appropriate to say, Chen Xi looked incredibly cute when she was sick.

She was like a wounded kitten, her little face slightly flushed, eyes closed, brows furrowed, obediently lying in bed, much more pleasing than her usual cold and aloof self.

A delicate beauty, like a fragile willow, Yan Feng looked at her and suddenly felt as if he was looking at Bai Xi...

"Thirsty..."

A hoarse voice slowly interrupted his illusion. Yan Feng quickly shook his head, his throat moved, and he leaned closer to the young girl's mouth:

"Little Xi, what did you just say you wanted?"

"Water..."

The voice was faint, but he could hear it clearly. He quickly brought over the prepared cup of water, helped the young girl sit up slightly, and gently fed her some water.

Her chapped lips were soothed, and the man relaxed a bit.

To help Chen Xi recover faster, he had covered her with a thicker blanket to induce sweating. Unfortunately, the young girl, now lying back in bed, seemed unable to bear the heat, weakly saying:

"Hot..."

"Uncle... I'm hot..."

Yan Feng felt a pang of heartache seeing this, but he knew he couldn't take care of Chen Xi for too long. To ensure a quick recovery, he had no choice but to resort to this method.

To make up for his guilt, he increased the frequency of changing the towel on the young girl's forehead and often watched her lips, afraid of missing any important requests.

"Un...cle..."

Hearing the call, Yan Feng brought over the freshly brewed medicine and quickly approached: "What's wrong?"

Lying in bed, Chen Xi looked very weak, not even having the strength to open her eyes, just frowning and softly saying:

"Uncomfortable..."

This sentence, combined with her appearance that was eighty percent similar to Bai Xi, almost drove Yan Feng to lose his mind, his heart burning with anxiety, wishing he could transfer the illness from the young girl to himself.

Helpless, he reached under the blanket, held her small hand, and comforted her with a gentle and caring voice:

"It's okay... Little Xi, be good... Take the medicine, and you'll feel better after a nap..."

Saying this, he helped her sit up again, brought over the cooled herbal medicine, and helped the young girl drink it.

But things didn't go as planned. Perhaps the medicine was too bitter, hard to swallow, and Chen Xi turned her head away in pain after barely taking a sip, pouting:

"Bitter... I don't want to drink..."

Yan Feng had no choice but to continue coaxing: "Be good, Little Xi, drink it, and after you recover, I'll take you to the place you want to go on Saturday and make your favorite beef sauce, okay?"

The idea was good, but unfortunately, the sick Chen Xi was very spoiled, extremely fond of acting like a child, as if she had reverted to a few years old, stubbornly refusing to listen...

But the saying "bitter medicine cures" was something Yan Feng couldn't ignore, so he had to keep coaxing, hoping she would give him some face and drink the medicine.

Unexpectedly, Chen Xi, who seemed to have found some strength from somewhere, even with her eyes closed, started bargaining with him.

She first turned her head to the side and then said:

"Not drinking... Uncomfortable... Not drinking..."

Yan Feng's head was spinning. Out in the world, he rarely got sick, and he had only taken care of Gu Qing a few times when she caught a cold. But that lazy woman just slept when she was sick, easy to take care of, unlike Chen Xi, who was like a little ancestor!

No choice, Yan Feng had to patiently ask: "Uncomfortable? Where does it hurt, Little Xi?"

Chen Xi gathered a bit of strength after a while, but only managed to say one word:

"Sticky..."

Sticky?

Yan Feng was puzzled, sticky? What was sticky? Was the medicine too sticky or was she too clingy?

Fortunately, the question was soon answered.

"Sweat... a lot..." Chen Xi twisted her body slightly, frowning: "Uncomfortable..."

Hearing her say this, he was actually quite happy because as long as she sweated, a minor cold usually didn't need much more treatment.

However, to be safe, he still brought the bowl of medicine to Chen Xi's mouth, continuing to coax: "Oh, Little Xi, be good, sweating is normal, just drink the medicine..."

"Not drinking... Sticky... Sweat... Uncomfortable..."

The young girl said, placing her hand on the man's wrist: "Uncomfortable... Help me... wipe the sweat... please..."

"Wipe the sweat? Didn't I already wipe your forehead?"

"Elsewhere..."

Yan Feng was in a dilemma. On one hand, to take care of the still feverish Chen Xi, he had to make her drink the medicine. On the other hand, although he never considered Chen Xi as a woman, after all, men and women shouldn't touch each other...

Thinking this, he decided to play a little trick, moving the bowl of medicine closer to the young girl's mouth, lying: "Little Xi, be good, drink the medicine first, and I'll wipe your sweat with a towel."

Unexpectedly, Chen Xi didn't buy it at all, instead throwing the ball back, murmuring with her eyes closed: "Wipe the sweat first... then drink..."

Yan Feng was completely at a loss now, looking at the young girl's increasingly flushed cheeks, then at the towel beside him, gritting his teeth, he lifted the corner of the blanket...

And pulled out Chen Xi's two slender arms, carefully wiping her skin with the towel, once, twice, and done.

After all, she only asked him to help wipe the sweat, not specifying where, right?

This trick seemed to work. The little girl was no longer so resistant to drinking the medicine. Despite her still pained expression, she drank it...

But only for a moment before turning her head away, ignoring him.

Seeing this, the man frowned, looking at the remaining half bowl of herbal medicine, puzzled:

"Little Xi, there's still so much left! Why didn't you finish it?"

Surprisingly, the young girl, though her voice was faint, still firmly and reasonably retorted:

"Sweat... not wiped off... Medicine... not finished..."

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