My Idol Turns Out To Be My Ex-Girlfriend - Chapter 6

“Sleep for a while. If you still feel unwell, I’ll take you to the hospital.”

For some reason, Lin Sanyuan was exceptionally resistant to the idea of the hospital. After finishing her water, her voice carried a damp, whimpering tone, “Not going…”

The fear of the hospital seemed to suppress all the awkwardness and restraint she felt in front of a stranger. Her strained body went limp, surrendering herself into Qiao Lian’s arms, leaning against her.

Soft long hair clung to her sweaty, slender neck. Her hazy eyes shattered into swaying, fragile light as she pleaded softly, “Qiao Lian, don’t take me to the hospital.”

She called her by her full name.

It was like a tiny pebble hitting her heart without warning, creating a dull, strange sensation of numbness.

Qiao Lian’s throat moved. Her long lashes lowered, veiling her deep eyes. “Okay, we won’t go to the hospital,” she said, her voice pausing slightly as if she were rolling a certain emotion on the tip of her tongue.

By some strange impulse, she also called her name once.

“…Lin Sanyuan.”

Returning to the kitchen, Qiao Lian splashed her face with cold water. She scanned the room, finding no fresh ingredients.

But even if there were, it wouldn’t matter, she didn’t know how to cook, she didn’t even know how to turn on the gas stove.

She pulled out her all-powerful phone and opened a food delivery app.

One minute later.

Qiao Lian threw herself onto the sofa, her arm resting powerlessly over her forehead.

This was the first time she had encountered such a situation.

Where exactly had she brought this person last night?

It was actually outside the delivery range?

Entering a village for the first time in her life, Qiao Lian completely lost her temper.

She wanted to head out to see if there were any small shops nearby, but she didn’t feel right leaving Lin Sanyuan lying there alone.

After agonizing over it for a long time, Qiao Lian realized with frustration that staying here instead of going to school didn’t seem to accomplish much.

The only edible food was the porridge and buns she had prepared when she got up in the morning.

They were already cold.

Thinking of this, Qiao Lian suddenly realized that the breakfast she ate that morning had been made by someone who was sick and physically uncomfortable.

Her heart felt even more uneasy.

Belatedly, she felt a sense of guilt and regret.

Perhaps she shouldn’t have been so willful as to demand to stay here.

It seemed she could only bring trouble to others.

Qiao Lian’s mood grew unusually somber. Returning to the bedside, the only thing she could do was continue to pat the other girl’s face, fearing she might burn her brain out from the fever.

Lin Sanyuan had taken fever reducers, and while the fever subsided, her condition didn’t improve.

Qiao Lian heard her moaning in pain, mumbling unclearly about whether she wanted soup or candy.

Qiao Lian figured her mouth was bitter from the medicine.

Finding some rock sugar in the fridge, she placed a piece in Lin Sanyuan’s mouth.

Lin Sanyuan frowned, her mouth moving slightly as if she wanted to spit it out in discomfort.

Qiao Lian reached out to let her spit it into her palm, then confusedly wrapped it in a tissue and threw it away.

She truly didn’t know how to handle this situation, so she could only squat by the bed, gently patting her shoulder through the quilt.

By the time it was nearly dark, Lin Sanyuan finally quieted down. She stopped moaning and, with a troubled frown, curled into a ball and fell asleep.

Qiao Lian took a quick rinse in the bathroom, pondering where she should sleep tonight.

Lin Sanyuan, lying on the bed, sniffed through her stuffed nose. She poked her head out from the covers, her small face flushed as she looked at Qiao Lian, her voice still very raspy.

“You, come up and sleep.”

Qiao Lian checked her watch. Calculating the time, Lin Sanyuan had likely only slept for half an hour. Why was she awake again?

She walked over and pressed her cool palm to Lin Sanyuan’s forehead, only to find she was running a high fever again.

The effect of the medicine must have worn off.

Qiao Lian asked softly, “What’s wrong? Does your head hurt again?”

In the afternoon, Lin Sanyuan had been unconsciously crying out about a headache. Qiao Lian remembered her mentioning encephalitis and was terrified something serious might happen.

“It doesn’t hurt that much…” Lin Sanyuan liked the cool temperature of Qiao Lian’s palm and nuzzled her forehead against it.

Her sleep-mussed hair brushed against Qiao Lian’s fingertips, making her eyelids drop. She didn’t speak, simply watching the other girl’s animal-like movements in silence.

Even while dazed from the fever, Lin Sanyuan remained restrained. She soon realized her actions were inappropriate and stopped after a couple of nudges. Her head went limp as she repeated, “Come up and sleep.”

Qiao Lian looked down and smiled faintly, declining, “No, it’s a bit dangerous.”

Lin Sanyuan still looked drained of energy, her voice naturally soft due to her condition.

“What’s dangerous? My fever is from getting caught in the rain, it’s not viral, I won’t give it to you. If you’re really scared, sleep at the other end. You can’t sleep on the sofa.”

The master bedroom wasn’t tidied and was unusable.

The sofa was solid wood without cushions. In this weather, it was impossible to sleep there.

She had proven through painful experience that sleeping there for one night would truly break a person’s body.

She didn’t know how many days it would take to recover. If another person got sick and they both ended up lying there like dead fish, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Qiao Lian’s eyes flickered, her expression complex. “Last night… did it rain?”

Lin Sanyuan’s chapped lips moved, but she closed her eyes and didn’t speak.

Qiao Lian knelt down, looking at her intently, and asked softly, “The rain was heavy, wasn’t it?”

The voice was suddenly very close. Lin Sanyuan was startled into opening her eyes. Seeing that beautiful, exquisite face right in front of her, she was startled once more.

She shrunk her head back into the covers. Under that gaze, her heart felt strangely numb.

Perhaps because she was unwell, Lin Sanyuan’s temper was a bit short. “If you don’t come up, I’m not looking after you anymore.”

She could sleep wherever she wanted.

Qiao Lian got up and climbed into bed. When she pulled the quilt over, the resulting draft made Lin Sanyuan shiver, and she curled up even tighter.

The girl’s low sigh came from behind her, “I’m shy around strangers. You’re the only one here who can look after me.”

The ailing Lin Sanyuan suddenly felt uneasy all over.

She had been used to sleeping alone since she was a child. Instinctively, she tried to create some distance by rolling toward the edge of the bed.

Right then, a warm hand slipped under her pajamas from behind, feeling her back carefully.

Lin Sanyuan broke out in goosebumps. “What… what are you doing!”

That hand wasn’t cool like it had been on her forehead. Qiao Lian had warmed it against her own stomach before reaching out.

She quickly withdrew her hand and sighed, “You haven’t broken a sweat.”

Lying there for so long without sweating—based on what Qiao Lian had searched on her phone, she knew this was a bad sign.

As an adult, Lin Sanyuan naturally knew what that meant.

She let out an embarrassed mumble, “Then… go plug in the hot water bottle for me.”

“But I don’t know where you keep your hot water bottle.”

“It’s just kept in…” Before Lin Sanyuan could finish, a slender arm wrapped around her waist. A soft body pressed up from behind, holding her in a steady embrace.

“Let’s sleep like this. I’m very warm…”

The fine hairs on the back of Lin Sanyuan’s neck stood up instantly, and her head buzzed.

Why did the atmosphere suddenly become so strange!

She couldn’t quite handle this kind of physical contact. She squirmed uncomfortably, but the close contact from behind made her realize Qiao Lian wasn’t wearing a bra. She immediately froze, her tone turning negotiable.

“How about you sleep at the other end?”

Qiao Lian shared the same pillow, staring intently at the fine hairs on the back of the other’s neck. She smiled silently. “Why should I sleep at the other end?”

Lin Sanyuan lacked confidence. “I might pass it to you.”

“But didn’t you say… it’s not a viral fever and isn’t contagious?”

Lin Sanyuan was suddenly at a loss for words.

Qiao Lian reached out to cover her eyes gently, her voice very tender. “Sleep.”

Whether the medicine wasn’t the right fit or not, Lin Sanyuan had a splitting headache and endured until three in the morning before finally falling asleep.

With the added body heat in the bed, she finally managed to sweat.

By the second half of the night, her body grew even hotter, and the sweat poured out. On this early autumn night, Qiao Lian was woken up several times by the heat.

Lin Sanyuan slept for a long time, not waking until noon the next day.

After sweating all night, her fever had finally broken.

Qiao Lian looked at Lin Sanyuan, who had slept for a long time yet had even darker circles under her eyes, and asked, “Shall we go out and get something to eat?”

Lin Sanyuan didn’t have much of an appetite, but knowing Qiao Lian hadn’t eaten for a day, she nodded listlessly and fished a car key from under the coffee table.

“Go change your clothes.”

Qiao Lian’s clubbing makeup wasn’t suitable for daytime. She had changed back into her own underwear, but her bra had padding and wouldn’t dry easily, still feeling a bit damp. Lin Sanyuan gave her one of her own to wear.

“The underwear I gave you last night was new and had been washed once, but I don’t have a new bra. If you don’t mind, you can wear mine for now.”

Qiao Lian looked at Lin Sanyuan, who had recovered half her energy and no longer looked like the soft, vulnerable person from last night.

She suddenly felt a bit of a pity.

Taking the bra Lin Sanyuan handed her, Qiao Lian held it up against herself over her clothes, her expression odd. “I heard you on the phone the other day. You go on blind dates often, don’t you?”

Lin Sanyuan didn’t much care for the topic and gave a faint “Mm.”

Qiao Lian teased, “They… really don’t have good taste.”

“Huh?” Lin Sanyuan was confused.

Qiao Lian’s gaze lingered on her for a moment, then she pursed her lips and smiled. “I won’t question whether you’re twenty four anymore. You just have a youthful face.”

This time Lin Sanyuan understood. She covered her flushed face.

“Help me. I’m starting to doubt if you’re really only eighteen. You’re so young, yet so lewd.”

Lin Sanyuan lowered her hands, looking at her sternly. “You know, if you weren’t a girl, those words would constitute sexual harassment!”

Qiao Lian joked with a half smile, “Is this what an adult who has never been in love is like? So innocent.”

Lin Sanyuan’s expression was flat, her tone a straight line, “Is this what an emotionally expressive girl is like? So erotic.”

Qiao Lian smiled, neither refuting nor admitting it.

Once changed, the bra that didn’t belong to her was indeed too big.

Qiao Lian felt a sense of defeat, wondering if she should start drinking the milk she disliked every day from now on.

She really didn’t know how Lin Sanyuan grew; such a thin person, yet all the weight seemed to have gone exactly where it was supposed to go.

But then, she was only eighteen, she could probably still develop.

Fortunately, it was autumn and she had to wear a coat, so the ill-fitting bra wouldn’t be too obvious.

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