When it comes to speed racing, who can match this little widow?
She's been through all kinds of storms and challenges. What's a small scene like this? Even in the midst of a fierce gunfight, she wouldn't care. With so many bullet holes, a little cut on her finger wouldn't even need a band-aid.
Shen Yi came back with the medicine and gave it to Su Qing, also taking his temperature. 39°, a serious fever indeed.
All day long, Su Qing lay in bed, drifting in and out of sleep. It wasn't until after four in the afternoon that the fever subsided, though he still felt a bit weak.
At this moment, Shen Yi was putting on an apron, cooking porridge for him in the kitchen, while Su Qing was behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist, with the two of them being all lovey-dovey.
"Hey, I'm cooking porridge here, don't lean so close!" Shen Yi nudged him with her shoulder. Although she sounded displeased, her body didn't fully reject his advances.
