"I'm not sleepy." Shen Moyu said, his head lowered, his voice tinged with the smell of alcohol. "And I don't want to sleep."
Su Jinning sighed, "Then I'll go downstairs with you to watch TV for a while."
Throughout the day, Su Jinning remained icy cold. He talked a lot and asked a lot of questions, but Su Jinning's attitude remained the same, like a large block of ice that would not melt no matter how much hot water he poured on it!
Fueled by alcohol, he grabbed Su Jinning by the collar and kissed her.
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Author's Note:
The little rocket you've been waiting for is in the next chapter. (Unfinished version of the penguin skirt.) dddd
Chapter 81 Children's Words Are Innocent
At eight o'clock in the morning, Su Jinning woke up. When she opened her eyes, she was still a little disoriented, and her head felt incredibly heavy.
He got up, grabbed the water glass from the bedside table, took a sip, and glanced unconsciously at the calendar clock on the wall, which clearly read: Monday.
He rubbed his eyes. Oh no, Monday?!
He sat up in bed in a panic, picked up his phone, looked at the screen full of missed calls, and clicked his tongue in annoyance.
He opened WeChat, and Jin Shuoshuo had already cursed him out.
Sister Jin: And Shen Moyu, what were you two doing yesterday? Neither of you got up! Do you know there's a public class this morning?! Call back right away!
Su Jinning could already imagine Jin Shuoshuo's expression right now.
Afraid of waking the sleeping Shen Moyu, he got up and went to the balcony to call Jin Shuoshuo back, and of course, he was met with a good scolding.
He turned to look at Shen Moyu, who was still fast asleep beside him, and immediately felt a pang of conscience. Perhaps he was just too tired; he didn't even flinch at the loud noise. His hair was still a little damp, probably from a shower the night before.
"Hey, top student, wake up." Su Jinning called out to him reluctantly, but he showed no sign of waking up and was fast asleep.
Su Jinning sighed and gently shook his shoulder: "It's Monday today, we have classes."
In the end, he gave up hope. Perhaps he really couldn't be woken up anytime soon, and besides, in his condition, he probably wouldn't be able to go to school anyway.
He was about to send Jin Shuoshuo a message to ask for leave when he suddenly heard Shen Moyu's soft voice: "Brother Ning..."
Su Jinning immediately agreed, leaning closer as if afraid he might have some instructions, but Shen Moyu didn't open his eyes, only shrinking slightly deeper into the blankets.
Su Jinning frowned as she looked at him, seemingly puzzled. Perhaps it was because the blanket was too thick, but Shen Moyu's cheeks were flushed pink, and there were fine beads of sweat on his forehead. A few strands of hair clung to his temples, making him look like a pitiful little man with a fever.
Upon hearing the word "fever," Su Jinning subconsciously touched her head.
His hand really did get burned back.
Su Jinning covered her face. It's my fault you have a fever.
He hurriedly called Jin Shuoshuo to explain the situation, washed a towel for him, got him fever-reducing medicine, and cleaned up the mess.
Shen Moyu sleeps very soundly, not changing his position for a long time, but he keeps shrinking deeper into the blanket. Su Jinning took his temperature, which was 38.7 degrees Celsius, not too high, but not low either.
Su Jinning busied herself changing his towel and wiping his face, afraid that his cold would get worse. Looking at his flushed face, she felt extremely distressed.
Shen Moyu slept until around 11 a.m. Su Jinning sat at her desk doing her homework, habitually marking down the parts she didn't understand, planning to deal with them after Shen Moyu had rested.
"Brother Ning?" Shen Moyu called out in a muffled voice before even opening his eyes.
"Hey, I'm here." Su Jinning immediately turned around and sat on the edge of the bed, reaching out to flip the towel over his head: "How are you feeling? Are you uncomfortable?"
Shen Moyu leaned closer to him, and Su Jinning lay down as well, putting his arm around Shen Moyu's shoulder.
"Do I have a fever?" Shen Moyu asked, still unable to open her eyes, touching the towel on her head.
Su Jinning sighed and gently kissed his cheek: "It's all my fault."
Hearing this, Shen Moyu finally looked up, stared at Su Jinning's self-reproachful face, and suddenly smiled, ruffling the hair on his head: "You caught a cold from taking a shower, it's not your fault."
"Cover yourself up, I'll go get you some water and porridge." Su Jinning tucked him in and hurried downstairs to the kitchen.
Shen Moyu's mouth was dry, and she felt better after drinking two glasses of water. She then finished her medicine under Su Jinning's pressure.
Su Jinning blew on the steaming porridge in the bowl and brought it to Shen Moyu's lips.
"I'm sick, not disabled. Why do you have to feed me everything?" Shen Moyu pouted, but still drank the porridge.
Su Jinning scooped up another spoonful, looking at him with doting eyes: "It's only natural for me to feed my wife porridge. I'll feed her whenever I want."
After he finished speaking, he raised his eyebrows smugly, as if he had done something glorious.
Shen Moyu was amused by him and obediently drank the bowl of porridge, but he was still a little sleepy. He was too tired last night and had a cold and fever. He couldn't resist the sleepiness and snuggled in bed to sleep again.
Su Jinning knew he was too tired, and felt so sorry for him that she didn't know what to do.
"Go to sleep." Su Jinning patted his head, looked at his flushed face, tucked him in, and got up to leave.
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In the afternoon, Shen Moyu received a call from Zhou Xingqi. He was afraid that Su Jinning would think something was wrong, so he wanted to find an excuse to answer it in the living room. However, Su Jinning had already seen the contact name and didn't react much. She just told him to answer it there.
Shen Moyu breathed a sigh of relief and turned on the speakerphone: "Hello?"
When Zhou Xingqi's soft, sweet voice came through, even Su Jinning couldn't help but glance at her phone.
"What's wrong? Tell me." Shen Moyu rubbed his temples.
There were faint sounds coming from the other end of the phone, like the rustling of blankets. Then he asked, "Are you still at Su Jinning's house?"