"Do you often eat noodles?" Chad Yakov asked casually.
"Yeah, but it's instant noodles. I rarely cook for myself because..." Victoria Gibson was focused on cutting the shredded meat, subconsciously responding, and stopped abruptly halfway.
"Because of what?" Chad Yakov looked at her hesitating to speak, furrowing his brow.
"Nothing. Has your fever gone down? I couldn't find any antipyretic in the lounge, do you want to drink more hot water?"
"The medicine box is in the cabinet under the wardrobe." Chad Yakov said faintly, his lips opening slightly.
Seeing she was changing the topic, he didn't continue to press, instead eyeing the person in front of him suspiciously.
"Hmm?" Victoria Gibson just said casually, not expecting him to answer so seriously.
She was momentarily stunned, not knowing how to respond.
Once she came back to her senses, finished cutting the shredded meat, and washed her hands, she walked over to him and reached out to touch his forehead.
