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nXi Ning replied, “I will ask the driver to come and pick you up.”

nAfter Xi Ning called the driver, he also called Dr. Li, but the line was busy.

nXi Ning had no choice but to get up to wash himself up first. When he grabbed a mirror to look at the back of his neck, the skin around the glands was still normal, and didn’t feel itchy as it had last night.

nWas it just a common cold? Xi Ning went downstairs and forced himself to eat something, and then he asked the servant for some cold medicine and antipyretic medicine. After eating, Xi Ning went upstairs to rest.

nWho knew if it was just the psychological effect, but Xi Ning felt better after taking the medicine. There should have been some soporific ingredients in the medicine. He leaned over on the small sofa and fell asleep.

nXi Ning was woken up by someone. Someone gently lifted him up a bit, and touched his forehead and cheeks.

nXi Ning opened his eyes and saw Song Zhou sitting next to him. Song Zhou then opened his collar to check his glands.

n“Where are you feeling uncomfortable?” Song Zhou touched the red marks caused by laying on the sofa that were on Xi Ning’s face. Song Zhou frowned slightly. “Have you seen the doctor yet?”

n“I already took medicine in the morning……” Xi Ning had no headache anymore, but he still felt weak and didn’t want to move. “Maybe it’s a cold.”

nXi Ning did have a bit of a fever, but it was not serious. Song Zhou poured a cup of warm water for him. He also found a pack of wet wipes on the table and wiped Xi Ning’s face.

nIt was almost noon at this time. Song Zhou pressed the back of his hand against Xi Ning’s forehead. “Are you hungry? What do you want to eat at noon?”

nSong Zhou’s hand felt cool on his forehead. Xi Ning tilted his head and rubbed against it. “Anything is fine.”

nSong Zhou got up and opened the door, but he happened to meet the cooking auntie who was carrying some food.

nThe cooking auntie heard from the servant that Xi Ning was sick again and was looking for medicine, so she cooked some light dishes for Xi Ning. She also saw that Song Zhou came so she prepared two portions of meal for them and brought them up.

n“Is the second young master feeling better?” The auntie smiled at Song Zhou, bypassed him and put the food on the table. “These are made specially for you two, and there is some chicken soup. Are both of you feeling hungry now?”

nWhen Xi Ning and Song Zhou saw this, they couldn’t say anything to refuse, so they both agreed.

nAfter the cooking auntie left, Xi Ning collapsed on the sofa weakly and said, “You can eat first, I can still hold on for a while.”

nSong Zhou approached Xi Ning and squatted down, he traced Xi Ning’s hair with his fingers, and comforted him. “If you feel better, let’s go out for a walk later?”

nXi Ning closed his eyes and said, “Okay.” Song Zhou got up and went to the table to eat the meal.

nThere was a faint scent of the food coming from the direction of the table. Xi Ning changed his posture on the small sofa and looked at Song Zhou’s back. He suddenly felt a little hungry.

nThe feeling of nausea when he normally saw food at home seemed to disappear. Xi Ning couldn’t help getting up and walking towards Song Zhou. He pulled up a chair and leaned beside Song Zhou while watching him eat.

nSong Zhou originally thought that Xi Ning was just bored, until he saw Xi Ning kept staring at the meatball that he had picked up and there was a yearning look in Xi Ning’s eyes.

n“Do you want to eat it?” Song Zhou hesitated for a moment. These were all made by other people and Xi Ning should not be able to eat them.

nXi Ning looked at the other pair of chopsticks on the side and didn’t want to move. His eyes were stuck on the meatball that was on Song Zhou’s chopsticks. “I want to taste this.”

nSong Zhou moved his chopsticks with the meatball to Xi Ning, and Xi Ning took a bite and ate it directly.

nPreviously, Xi Ning could only eat what Song Zhou personally bought or made. Could it be that his strange disease had disappeared?

nSong Zhou took another pair of chopsticks and handed it to Xi Ning. “Do you want to try to eat some?”

nXi Ning swallowed the meatball in his mouth and frowned. “Forget it……how about you let me taste that also?”

nXi Ning pointed to another portion of shrimp tofu steamed egg, but obviously he didn’t want to take it himself. Song Zhou then brought the bowl of shrimp tofu steamed egg over to Xi Ning and fed him with a spoon.

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