Then she thought that maybe it was because when she left the island, she might not see him again in her lifetime, and that was why she suddenly wanted to do something for him.
“Take care? What kind of care?” Kiyama asked as he heard her words and crooked his long fingers, supporting himself on his temples.
He was still feverish, and that wicked face was a little flushed.
His narrow peach blossom eyes looked a little tired, but his eyes were still immodest.
The corners of his mouth were hooked, and he said again abruptly.
“And yes, you do have to thank me, but I’ve been busy taking care of you every night, barely a day’s rest, feeling like my body has been emptied, the best model worker title is well deserved!”
Tan Avalanche: “……”
A good thank you, when it came to his mouth, it took on a colour.
Tan Beng Beng did not want to pay attention to him.
He walked up and prepared to clean up all the cold food on the table.
Just as he picked up a plate of food, his hand was smacked, “Don’t move, put it down!”
“……”
“This is a dish made for me, I haven’t eaten it yet, where are you taking it?” Qi Yan took the dish from her hand, took it and put it back in front of himself.
He had just picked up his chopsticks and was ready to eat, when he was replaced by Tan Avalanche who grabbed his hand and frowned in reminder.
“It’s really cold.”
“Well, you can’t bear to let me eat cold food and you don’t hate me anymore? Is it still a bit like that?” Qi Yan blinked his peach blossom eyes and flirted evilly.
“……”
Tan Beng Beng looked at him without a serious look and immediately let go of his hand.
Sitting down next to him, he didn’t care if he died or not.
She was a doctor anyway, so even if he had a fever and vomiting plus diarrhoea, she could still treat him.
And since he was a danger to the world even when he was alive, it might be a blessing to die.
Qi Yan really picked up his chopsticks and slowly tasted the cold food on the table.
Glancing at the way Tan Beng Beng kept frowning, wanting to come up and stop him, but holding back, he suddenly asked.
“Aren’t you curious if your own cooking is good?”
“……”
Tam Bam Bam looked at his unsuspecting face and subconsciously refused to ask the question.
She had little confidence in her own cooking skills and hadn’t expected to be any better than a stir fryer.
Even if she did well, Qi Yan’s obnoxious mouth would not be able to say anything nice without ridiculing her.
Her silence at this time would be the best option.
But just because she didn’t answer, didn’t mean Qi Yan himself wouldn’t say anything.
He picked up a piece of fish in front of him and put it into his mouth, narrowing his eyes and chewing slowly.
The expression of enjoyment was as if he was tasting some earthly delicacy.
Was it that tasty?
Tan Beng Beng suddenly sat up straighter, a sense of anticipation floating vaguely in his heart.
And some confusion.
Even if she had made a good meal, how good could it be when it was already cold.
Make him look like he was intoxicated in a dream?
When she had whetted her appetite to the limit and was almost unable to resist asking him how he really thought it tasted, Qi Yan finally opened his eyes.
Raising an eyebrow, he looked over towards her.
Lifting the corner of his mouth, he spat out, “Not as good as a stir fryer.”
Tam Bam Bam: “……”
She knew that nothing good could come out of his mouth.
Tam Bam Bam inexplicably got a little angry, stood up from her chair, turned around and was about to leave.
Just as she took a step, a wail came from behind her.
She turned around and Qi Yan was already clutching his stomach, collapsing into his wheelchair and yelling about the pain in his stomach.
Tan Avalanche rushed forward and gave him a hand, “How do you feel?”
The next second, his head was leaning into her chest, rubbing the softness of her breast with a satisfied look, “Very soft and comfortable.”
Tan Avalanche: ……!!!
