Chen Ningxi turned to look at the person on the bed. Cheng Qiaobei's eyes had faint dark circles, probably because he stayed up late helping her with physical cooling.
Although her head wasn't as hot anymore, she still felt weak.
She planned to make breakfast, but when she entered the kitchen, she saw a pot of porridge on the stove.
Cheng Qiaobei worked overtime last night and came back very late. He made porridge and helped her wipe her body to reduce the fever. No wonder he's still exhausted and hasn't woken up.
The fever had subsided a bit, but her throat was hoarse, and swallowing still hurt.
After preparing breakfast, Chen Ningxi went to the bedroom to call him. Cheng Qiaobei, groggy with sleep, felt like he was hearing ducks quacking beside his ear—quack, quack.
He opened his eyes and saw Chen Ningxi but thought it must've been an illusion.
Coming out of the bedroom, he yawned and said, "Who told you to make breakfast? Why didn't you wake me?"