Time passed by for more than a month, and the worry in Fu Yuling’s heart gradually subsided.
Discovering that the author had not modified the plot again, she finally felt at ease to do what she needed to do.
That day, she was boiling medicine in the kitchen, and the strong medicinal smell filled the entire courtyard.
If it weren’t for their residence being far away from other residents, they would probably be talked again.
A couple of days ago, He An accidentally kicked off his quilt while sleeping and then caught a cold. By the time Fuyuling discovered it, his nose was already rubbed red, and he was pitifully hugging the quilt and coughing.
Since the last time, He Qiu has become even more disgusted with him. He covered him with the quilt and did not forget to say a few words.
“Fragile.”
During this period, He An has grown up a lot from He Qiu’s treatment, but the one thing that hasn’t changed is that he still doesn’t dare to confront He Qiu.
He buried himself in the quilt, his head aching to the point of dizziness, and he didn’t even whimper.
“Get up, don’t suffocate yourself.” Otherwise, he’ll become even more stupid.
Thinking about how Fu Yuling said that his smile looked good last time, his mood brightened a bit, but then he remembered that He An also seemed to have been praised, and his grip on He An’s collar tightened.
It seems to have hurt him, and he looked at He Qiu with watery eyes accusingly.
He Qiu showed a blank expression. He slowly withdrew his hand and called out.
“He Xuan, come over here.”
The cheerful He Xuan outside quickly slipped in, only to hear He Qiu asking him to take care of He An.
He Xuan’s eyes slowly fell on the expectant He An, and he silently took a step back.
“Xiao Qiu.”
“Xiao Xuan, come here…”
Before He Xuan could finish, Fu Yuling called him from outside. He left with a sentence that he was going first and quickly slipped away, leaving only He Qiu and He An staring at each other.
He Qiu suspiciously pinched the flesh on He An’s face, and in a second, he let go. With so much meat, where was the cuteness?
When Fu Yuling came in with a bowl of medicine, she saw He Qiu staring at his own hand, feeling a bit puzzled.
“What is Xiao Qiu looking at?”
He Qiu shook his head and then deliberately shifted his gaze to her arm.
Since being hit by Li Cuihua last time, Fu Yuling noticed that he would often unconsciously fix his eyes on her arm, just like now.
He An doesn’t like bitter things, so when Fu Yuling came in and he smelled the medicine, he immediately stopped clinging to her. He even rolled himself in the quilt, not revealing any part of himself.
“Xiao An, come out and drink the medicine.”
Fu Yuling gently patted, not immediately pulling back the quilt.
Feeling some movement underneath, she tried to move the quilt.
“Xiao An, if you don’t come out, I’ll have to catch you…”
She said slowly, and before she could finish speaking, He An poked out a small head. His body temperature was quite high, and his face was flushed red. He wanted to cling to her, but she dodged it.
Placing her palm on He An’s face, she sighed helplessly, “Xiao An, acting cute is useless.”
She usually liked it, but now! His health was still more important.
These days of feeding him medicine have given her a deeper impression of He An. He’s too good at acting cute. Each time, she almost fell for his tricks.
Seeing him still wanting to climb over and hug her, Fu Yuling hastily grabbed the dazed He Qiu. He An sat up and rubbed his reddened nose, then met He Qiu’s indifferent eyes.
He paused for a moment and looked stiffly towards the already standing Fu Yuling who was smiling.
