"I know," said Li Qiyu patiently ladling out some porridge, "From now on, you're not allowed to make yourself sick, got it? That counts as self-torture, and I don't want you to hurt yourself like this."
Bo Yeyuan: "..."
"I like it when you're healthy and strong. Bo Yeyuan, you're a man, and men should stand tall and proud."
Bo Yeyuan muttered as he sipped his porridge, "Today I'm not being a man, just your child."
"...Okay."
After the porridge, Li Qiyu kept him company with some small talk, but weirdly, little Tianci still hadn't woken up. He'd slept for so long; it was time for his milk, right?
Li Qiyu walked over to the crib, looking at the little one's peaceful, serene sleeping face, and called out to him softly a few times.
Little Tianci curled up his tiny fists, not moving an inch, his breathing steady but somewhat weak.
Suddenly, Li Qiyu felt something was off. She grabbed his little hand and sure enough it was burning up. Then she touched his forehead, scorching hot!