Su Lin was hoarse, his bloodless lips slightly raised, and he looked at Schumann happily.
"Speak less and save your energy. I've never seen anyone who can laugh even if he has a cold or a fever.
Have a good rest, call me if you feel uncomfortable, and I will cook you some millet porridge. Aunt Chang heard that you were sick in the morning and bought it specially for you."
Su Lin smiled slightly. Schumann had never said so many words before.
"Schumann, you have changed. You are so verbose, but I like it so much."
After Schumann stopped, she would have changed a long time ago.
"You go to bed quickly, I'll bring the porridge in later."
Schumann felt a little uncomfortable. When had she ever served anyone before?
Su Lin couldn't help but smile when he saw Schumann's hasty escape.
She knew that she had always been a fake tsundere.
As soon as Schumann left the tent, he saw a tall figure standing in the middle of the yard looking around.
The man was wearing a Chinese tunic suit, leather shoes on his feet, and carrying something in his hand. He looked upright, and at first glance he did not look like an ordinary person.
Schumann was confused. The man's mental state didn't look like he was sick.
She was about to step forward and ask him if he was here to see a doctor, but the man noticed Schumann, nodded towards Schumann, and asked politely: "Excuse me, which office is Comrade Su Lin in?"
The visitor was none other than Han Haibin. Su Lin had injured her ankle last night. He was worried and asked for leave today to come and see her.
"Who are you…"
Schuman looked at Han Haibin doubtfully. She didn't hear Su Lin say that she had any acquaintances or friends in Yun County.
"I am her friend, my name is Han Haibin."
After Han Haibin finished speaking, Su Lin in the tent was no longer calm.
She pricked up her ears and thought she had heard wrongly. How could Han Haibin come?
Could he be here to see his joke?
Su Lin thought of this, took out a small red mirror from under the pillow, and looked at his appearance.
Because of the fever, her face was flushed, her lips were a little white, and her hair was as messy as a chicken coop.
Su Lin thought of Han Haibin's look on his face when he saw him later, and immediately wanted to find a hole to get in.
She thought silently in her heart, don't come in, don't come in.
"Oh, she is not in the office. She was almost snatched away by a wolf last night. She was so frightened that she had a fever when she came back. She is lying down in the tent to recharge her batteries. You can go in by yourself."
Schumann's tone remained cold when facing unfamiliar people.
After she finished speaking, she walked past Han Haibin.
After listening to Schumann's words, Su Lin secretly scolded Schumann for being unreliable. He didn't even know who he was, and even his background was exposed.
Han Haibin looked at the tent in the corner of the compound and suddenly felt very uncomfortable.
This tent was set up haphazardly and there would be drafts at night.
There is a big temperature difference between morning and night here, and Su Lin has tender skin and tender meat. This kind of environment is really difficult for her.
Han Haibin thought of this and quickly came to his senses.
Strange, how could he pity her?
Han Haibin hesitated for a moment and walked toward the tent.
Su Lin heard the footsteps and quickly pulled the quilt over his head.
She has never seen anyone else in a dirty look. She must not be seen like this by others, especially a man, a man who killed a wolf.
"Su Lin."
Just in case, Han Haibin politely stopped at the door of the tent and called Su Lin's name in a moderate voice.
Su Lin wanted to cry but had no tears and just wanted to pretend to be faint.
"Su Lin..."
Another cry came, and Su Lin looked sad. Through the holes in the tent, he could see Han Haibin's figure.
"Su Lin, I know you are inside. If you don't say anything, I will come in."
Han Haibin couldn't help but smile when he thought about the behavior between the two last night.
In his mind, Su Lin was afraid of seeing him shy, so he would be embarrassed to open his mouth and let him in at this moment.
Han Haibin chuckled and thought Su Lin was so cute.
"come in."
Su Lin swallowed her saliva, trying to make her voice sound softer, but her throat was sore and she could still hear the discomfort in her throat.
Han Haibin was startled by the sound and quickly opened the curtain and lowered his head to go in.
The tent was very simple, probably because there were only three beds, a table and a stool. The tent was very clean and tidy.
Han Haibin's eyes fell on the thin quilt, and he couldn't help but frown.
"What did you do? The quilt is so thin?"
Han Haibin put the things in his hands on the table with an unhappy look on his face.
Su Lin carefully poked his head out of the quilt and glanced at Han Haibin.
"Why are you here? You have a special status, so you can't go out casually, right?"
Her voice was hoarse. Han Haibin looked at Su Lin with a look of hatred, and his eyes fell on the three porcelain jars on the table.
He glanced at it and saw a pink ribbon tied to the one on the far left, and he was sure it was Su Lin's cup.
He poured hot water in, then turned around and moved a stool to sit beside Su Lin's bed, looking at Su Lin's appearance without hesitation.
"I took a leave of absence.
But you look like this today...
This hair...
This look...
It’s like I’ve lost my soul.”
Han Haibin said, placing his rough big palm on Su Lin's forehead.
Su Lin looked at Han Haibin's hands for the first time. His hands were rough and there were wounds left on them from last night. She looked very painful, but it seemed that Han Haibin didn't feel any pain.
"Oh, don't touch it, I just have a fever.
I also thought about it, but my whole body hurts and I can't comb my hair, so even if you don't like it, just make do with it."
The place where Su Lin's forehead was touched by Han Haibin only felt hotter.
She didn't want to be looked at by Han Haibin like this, so she struggled to get up and sit up.
Han Haibin quickly helped Su Lin sit up.
"What's so easy about it? You're just average-looking, and you look the same whether you comb or comb your hair."
Han Haibin said it so lightly that Su Lin almost lost his temper.
He could always make her unhappy in just the right way. Forget about being unhappy, and more importantly, he made her unable to refute.
"You didn't come to see me, you came to make me angry."
Su Lin nuzzled, but Han Haibin smiled.
With his big hands, he lifted a corner of the thin quilt covering Su Lin's body, revealing a pair of white and small feet in front of Han Haibin.
Han Haibin accurately held the injured ankle, looked at it carefully, and squeezed it a few times.
Su Lin hissed in pain and quickly retracted his foot.
The moment Han Haibin raised his head, he saw the painful expression on Su Lin's face, and the way she shrank in the corner of the bed made Han Haibin's heart sink.
It turns out that a weak and pitiful woman can look so beautiful.
Before Su Lin raised his head, Han Haibin put away his eyes in a panic, clasped his ears and said: "The bones are fine, but the tendons are injured. Don't run around and have a good rest in the past few days. I bought you wheat when I came here."
Cream, you can drink it in the morning to supplement nutrition.
Also, I brought some walnuts and peanuts to stave off hunger."