Tambaunts: “……”
Whether he had a fever or not she didn’t know, she just felt her brain getting a little hot right now.
The kind that wanted to kill someone.
Tam Bam Bam glanced expressionlessly at the man who couldn’t tell if he was acting or not, and couldn’t help but speak.
“You didn’t say that you were coming to h-city with me!”
At those words, Qi Yan reached out and propped himself up on the tatami, bending one knee as he sat up.
“Well, didn’t you say that? Then that means I forgot to say it.”
He glanced sideways at Tam Bam Bam, who was blushing a little, and caught her off guard by giving her a kiss on the cheek.
Tam Bam Bam looked back at him.
Qi Yan’s demonic pupils were flooded with laughter, “I just like to see you look like you hate me so much but can’t do anything about it, it’s especially funny.”
Tan Avalanche: “……”
Would he also find it interesting if she split him in five and threw him into the sea?
Tan Beng Beng looked at Qi Yan who looked indifferent and lay down to sunbathe again, and in her mind, flashed back to the day before she left, when he was in a feverish coma.
That face, which normally looked particularly repulsive, was so miserably white that it was unbearable.
She couldn’t find any fever-reducing medicine and could only put ice water on him to cool him down.
The first thing he said when he woke up was not to thank her, but to ask if she wanted to take a love bath together ……
She just wanted to press him into the tub and drown him!
But then she saw how uncomfortable he was in the tub, hot and cold, and couldn’t resist going in to take care of him.
That night, he had a fever of forty degrees, which kept recurring.
Having not slept for two days, and having not eaten all day, he was so physically exhausted that she saw him in a better state before she pushed him downstairs in her wheelchair, wanting to make him some porridge to drink.
He was still feverish and eating anything too meat or difficult to digest was not good for his health.
But no sooner had she walked into the kitchen than Qi Yan spotted the meal on the dining table.
And instantly recognised that it wasn’t made in a stir fryer.
Qiyam: “You fried the food?”
Tan Beng Beng still remembers the unexpected look on his face, pointing at the table of cold dishes and looking at her with surprise, smiling with a trembling smile, extraordinarily ungrateful.
“Made it for me?” He asked again.
Tam Bam Bam looked at his undeserved expression and wasn’t about to answer.
All he wanted to do was ask if he still wanted his porridge, and if not, find himself a quiet place to fend for himself.
She was afraid that he might lose control for a moment and really kill him to vent his anger!
But before she could ask, the man who had just been beating up on her face suddenly pushed his wheelchair and walked over to the table.
Picking up his chopsticks, he went to pick up the dishes on his plate.
Tan Avalanche subconsciously blocked, “The food is already cold, it’s easy to get diarrhoea if you eat it, and you’re running a fever, your spleen and stomach are both weak, it’s not suitable to eat anything that’s not easily digestible now, you can only drink congee!”
By the time Tan Beng Beng had finished his long list, Qi Yan had already finished the dish he had put in his mouth and swallowed it.
Raising his eyes towards her, he asked the same question again.
“Made it for me?”
Tam Bam Bam, whose character had never liked to dwell on a trivial matter over and over again, heard him ask a second time and spoke up.
“I’m leaving in two days, so …… take it as a thank you for looking after you this month.”
This was the reason Tan Beng Beng told Qi Yan that she was making this meal, as well as telling her about herself.
In fact, she didn’t know why she suddenly wanted to cook a meal for Qi Yan.
It was clear that she hated him and didn’t really care if he lived or died.
This was a question that Tan Bumpy had thought about for a long time but hadn’t figured out.
