Just behind this door, behind the blockade, Jiang Shu stood blankly with a cup of hot water in his hand.
She suddenly felt a little bitter, and she didn't know what it was like. She probably guessed that Fu Shiyan went to the small room so as not to disturb her rest.
But now she can't even squeeze in.
The servant was carrying the cooked soup and was about to go to the small room.
Jiang Shu was stunned for a moment, then said: "Ju Mom, let me do it."
Only then did the servant become aware of Jiang Shu's presence. Unavoidably, he smiled awkwardly and said, "Okay, madam, come here."
Jiang Shu took the hot soup, opened the door and walked in.
After the intravenous drip was finished, Fu Shiyan was pulling out the needle. With the wall lamp turned on, the man looked as gentle as jade, probably because he was ill, and he lacked a bit of sharpness and aura.
When he saw Jiang Shu, the man's first reaction was to frown.
He was so confused that he forgot about the fact that she was also in Mingyuan. Maybe he didn't want her to know. It was probably because the superiors were arrogant and didn't allow themselves to show any vulnerability.
Or maybe he was afraid that she would worry.
As soon as this thought came out, Fu Shiyan laughed to himself in his heart, he was actually afraid.
Jiang Shu didn't know what he was thinking, so he put down the hot soup and looked at him, his eyes a bit delicate and a bit complaining.
Put the back of your hand against his forehead and rub it to warm it.
Fu Shiyan took her hand off, held it in his hand, and coaxed, "It won't be burned anymore."
His voice was hoarse due to illness, and Jiang Shu was suddenly filled with countless emotions. He just asked: "Why are you sleeping here?"
"You were still sleeping when I came back, I was afraid of disturbing you."
At this time, the two people in the small room lost their suspicion and defensiveness, and became like a real couple in the ordinary world, getting along with each other indifferently and with true feelings.
Fu Shiyan pulled her into his arms, sat on his lap, and buried his face in the crook of her neck. When he smelled the familiar smell, he felt calm in his heart, as if he felt like he belonged.
Reassure her: "I'm fine, it's just a common cold."
Jiang Shu stirred the soup and let it cool down, "Well, Lao Sun told me."
The man buried in her body said in a muffled voice: "Are you still angry?"
Jiang Shu took a spoonful and motioned for him to drink it. The man smiled like a child, looked at her playfully, drank it, and said, "Mrs. Fu is the most considerate."
When Jiang Shu heard this title, his hands trembled and he immediately lowered his eyebrows.
"How dare I be angry with Mr. Fu? It's just a child, so it's okay if I don't want it."
Fu Shiyan grabbed her hand and said seriously, "That's not what I meant."
Jiang Shu said it was pointless, "It's okay, I know."
She fed him a sip, and Fu Shiyan drank a sip, just like a child eating, but adding warmth to it.
After finishing the drink, Fu Shiyan played with her fingers without saying a word, feeling sleepy gradually.
Jiang Shu changed the topic and talked about what happened last night: "Thank you for helping to find Qingying. She has returned to Wen's house safely."
"She is too impulsive and has a strong temper." Fu Shiyan commented, "It is too childish to do things that hurt yourself for others."
Jiang Shu retorted: "Maybe it's too sad. There is no other way but this. Pain transfer method?"
Fu Shiyan was silent for a while, then found her waist, touched the thorn tattoo on it, pressed it lightly with his fingers, and she hummed softly.
"Does it still hurt?"
"It doesn't hurt anymore."
Jiang Shu's dark eyes were so deep that at one moment, even Fu Shiyan, who had seen countless people, didn't know what she was thinking.
At this moment, Lao Sun, who was thinking that he should finish the IV drip, pushed the door in and said, "Fu..."