Rong Si pressed the doorbell again. After a while, the door opened, and Su Jiu appeared at it, rubbing her sleepy eyes. When she saw the two of them, she immediately perked up. “Why are you here?”

Rong Si looked down at her slightly disheveled hair. Clearly, she had just fallen asleep. “I was worried about you,” he said directly.

Only then did Su Jiu remember that in the afternoon, halfway through their conversation, she had suddenly felt very sleepy and had accidentally fallen asleep. Rong Si probably thought that something had happened to her.

She said quickly, “I’m fine. I just accidentally fell asleep.”

However, Rong Si’s frown did not relax. He realized that her face was abnormally flushed. So he could not help but reach out to her to check her temperature.

However, just as he raised his hand, Han Siye pushed him away and glared at him. “What are you doing? Don’t touch Little Jiu!”

Rong Si ignored him and looked at her worriedly. “Are you sick?”

Sick?

Right now, Su Jiu did feel a little dizzy and painful. She subconsciously touched her forehead. It was really hot.

She laughed dryly. “I think so…”

“Idiot,” Rong said, reaching out to her again and touching her forehead.

She had a fever.

Han Siye was about to push Rong Si’s hand away again when he heard the latter say, “You have a fever. Go rest. I’ll buy you some medicine.”

Does she have a fever?

Han Siye suddenly looked at Su Jiu and saw that the blush on her face was indeed abnormal. He suddenly felt a little vexed.

Why hadn’t he realized it before Rong Si did?

Wasn’t he instantly at a disadvantage?

“Get some rest if you’re sick, Little Jiu. I can take care of you—”

Before Rong Si could finish, Rong Si glanced at him and said coldly, “Come with me to buy medicine.”

He wouldn’t let Han Siye have the chance to be alone with Little Jiu. He just wouldn’t let him.

As a boy, Han Siye knew what Rong Si was thinking. Gritting his teeth, he said, “You…” Fine, this is good. If Rong Si is going to buy medicine, he can’t take advantage of Little Jiu!

He took a deep breath. “Okay. I’ll come with you.”

Then, he reminded Su Jiu, “Little Jiu, go in and rest. We’ll be back soon.”

The two teenagers were equally worried. They quickly went to the pharmacy near the hotel and hurried back. Both of them had medicine in their hands.

When they returned to Su Jiu’s room, they were stunned to find that the door was ajar.

Thinking that Su Jiu had forgotten to close the door, Rong Si and Han Siye wondered if anyone had taken the opportunity to enter. They hurriedly pushed the door open and were equally relieved to see that someone had indeed entered the room and that it was Song Xinyan.

Song Xinyan sat by the bed and worriedly looked at Su Jiu, who was lying on the bed. Tucking her in, she said, “Little Jiu, how do you feel? Why are you suddenly sick? And you didn’t tell me. If I hadn’t come over to have dinner with you, I wouldn’t have known that you were sick.”

Su Jiu smiled. “I’ll be fine. It’s just a cold and a fever. I’ll be fine after taking some medicine.”

Han Siye immediately stepped forward and gestured for her to look at the medicine in his hand. “Little Jiu, I bought the medicine for you. The shop assistant said that this medicine is very effective. Your fever will go down immediately after taking it.”

“I’ll get you a glass of water. Take your medicine,” Han Siye said as he turned around. He saw Rong Si walking past him with a glass of warm water.

Han Siye was speechless.

D*mn, he beat me to it again?!

Rong Si ignored Han Siye and walked to the bed. He reached out and touched Su Jiu’s forehead again. It seemed to be hotter than before. Hurriedly taking out two cold medicine pills from the medicine box, he handed them to Su Jiu along with the glass of water and said in a low voice, “Take the medicine.”

Looking at the capsule in his palm, Su Jiu gloomily replied, “I don’t want to…”

She had hated taking medicine since she was young!

“You must take them.”

“I really don’t want to.”

Rong Si had no choice but to soften his voice and coax her. “Be good. You’ll be fine after you eat it, okay?”

His voice was pleasant to begin with, and with the slightly raised end, it was simply breathtaking.

Su Jiu’s heart skipped a beat, and she could not reject him.

“Okay then…” Su Jiu had no choice but to sit up on the bed. Then, she reached out and took the medicine from him. She took it with the cup of warm water he handed her.

Satisfied, Rong Si looked at her. “Are you hungry? I’ll get you something to eat.”

Su Jiu rubbed her flat stomach. “I think I’m a little hungry.”

“Then I’ll go buy food,” Rong Si said. He looked at Song Xinyan. “Please take care of her.”

Song Xinyan gave him an “OK” gesture. “Don’t worry, I’m here! I guarantee that Little Jiu will be fine. Don’t worry and go out.”

Perhaps because she was sick and instinctively dependent, Su Jiu did not want Rong Si to leave. She said softly, “Big Brother, can you cook me food instead?”

Her tone was like she was wheedling to him. Rong Si couldn’t take it at all and asked, “I can, but are you sure?”

“Yes! I haven’t tasted your cooking in a long time, not since you went to college.” She remembered that the little villain was a good cook. His cooking was even better than her father’s, who cooked from time to time. She kept saying it.

Hearing this, Song Xinyan asked curiously, “Can he still cook?”

Su Jiu nodded. “Yes, and his cooking is delicious!”

When she said it was good, she meant it as a sincere compliment to him.

Rong Si looked at her intently and agreed. “Okay, I’ll cook for you.”

He should be able to use the kitchen here.

Thinking, Rong Si asked, “What do you want to eat?”

Su Jiu thought for a moment. “Well, I want spaghetti with meat sauce, beef noodles, honey chicken wings, fried calamari…”

Han Siye quickly said, “I know how to make those too.”

“You?” Before Su Jiu could suspect anything, Song Xinyan expressed her disbelief and looked at him suspiciously. “Aren’t you a young master who doesn’t cook? No way.”

“Just because you can’t doesn’t mean I can’t!”

Song Xinyan was speechless.

It stings. She really didn’t know.

Rong Si glanced sideways at Han Siye again, not knowing if the boy was going to start another fight. Then, he ignored him and walked out.

Not to be outdone, Han Siye quickly followed him to the hotel kitchen. When the chef heard Rong Si say that his friend was sick and wanted to cook for her personally, he readily agreed and gave him an empty stove.

When Han Siye also said that he wanted to cook for the sick friend too, the chef was stunned. The two of them came together, so their friend should be the same, right?

Their sick friend is really blessed to be cared for like this.

The chef sighed with emotion and gave up another free stove to Han Siye.

Han Siye put on an apron and washed his hands. Before he could think of what to cook for Little Jiu, he saw that Rong Si was already busy.

What is he making?