Qu Yan's common sense of life in the past told her that this kind of restaurant, there are not many people to eat, obviously there is a problem.

Either it is unpalatable or expensive, but the decoration of this restaurant looks relatively simple, not the decoration style of a higher-consumption restaurant, so Quyan is very easy to judge——

The things in this store must not taste good.

Although she knows that she has a taste of killing one thousand and self-defeating eight hundred by doing this, but she is not picky about eating!

And she still remembered that Ji Zhuoran, on the surface, didn't pay much attention to these details. In fact, he was a person who paid great attention to food. The chefs in Xichi Garden were all capable of being a chef in a five-star hotel.

Let him eat this kind of food, he must, must be more uncomfortable than her.

Although the sunrise he took her to see was not bad, she thought that if she didn't do anything to show resistance, I'm afraid that if this continues, he might really succeed.

Therefore, this time he was rectified, not for anything, but to express her attitude and position.

Relying on those things to make her feel relieved?

impossible.

"Well, that's not bad. It seems that I was lucky enough to choose a delicious restaurant." Qu Yan laughed, and deliberately said the word "delicious" more heavily.

Ji Zhuoran listened, his face was still calm, and he nodded without reddening his heart, and then said:

"It's really good."

"Well, yes, you can eat more." Qu Yan said.

So it's so awkward to eat a meal like this.

However, what Qu Yan didn't expect was that after returning home, Ji Zhuoran became ill.

"what happened?"

The next day, Qu Yan found that Ji Zhuoran hadn't gotten up early in the morning.

He was a person who always got up early, and Qu Yan thought he was out, but he didn't see anyone else at noon.

She thought about it and wanted to call him, only to hear the phone ringing in his bedroom.

She opened the bedroom door, but saw Ji Zhuoran lying on the bed with a pained expression, and there was some sweat on her forehead.

"What's the matter?" She was a little nervous.

Obviously they ate together yesterday, why is he sick?

Fortunately, Ji Zhuoran still had some consciousness, so he opened his eyes, took a look at Qu Yan, and said to her:

"I'm fine, maybe it's... I have a cold, just sleep."

Qu Yan suddenly thought of the jacket from yesterday morning.

She recalled it now and realized that it was really cold at that time.

Ji Zhuoran was supposed to be wearing a coat, but she didn't. She only wore a long-sleeved shirt. She didn't expect that it would be so cold in summer at sunrise...

Then he gave her the coat...

In addition, after eating the feast that devastated the soul, he might have been hurt both physically and mentally, and then he fell ill.

How do you make sense of this matter?

Qu Yan looked at him as he was lying on the bed with a sick cat, and stopped hitting him. After a while, she sighed.

"Forget it, I'll find some medicine for you. If the fever doesn't go down, I guess I can only send you to the hospital."

Then she turned around and called the front desk of the hotel.

Not long after, people from the hotel brought cold medicine and anti-fever medicine. Fortunately, Qu Yan's English was good, and she understood the usage of the medicine in a few strokes. Then she went back to the room and touched Ji Zhuoran's forehead.

Sure enough, his forehead was lying a little, as if he had a fever.

Qu Yan hurriedly took out the anti-fever medicine in the medicine, and found that the water in his room was cold, so he went out to pour hot water.

After pouring the hot water, she went to find a hot towel and washbasin.

She walked back and forth several times, busy up and down, and finally got everything ready.

At this time, she pushed Ji Zhuoran to wake him up.

"Get up, take your medicine," she said.

However, he narrowed his eyes and murmured, "Let me sleep for a while."

It is rare for him to have such a childish time.

Qu Yan looked at him, rather helpless, then said:

"Go to bed after taking the medicine."

He still had some reason, opened his eyes and glanced at her, then nodded, got up sleepily, reached out for the water glass, but couldn't hold it firmly, and almost spilled it.

"Be careful." Qu Yan said, holding the cup he was about to take off.

However, when holding the cup, her hand inevitably touched his hand.

At the moment of physical contact, a hairy feeling suddenly rose in her heart.

But Qu Yan could only comfort herself silently in her heart, and it was not the time to care about these things now.

Seeing him look like a sick cat, Qu Yan could only reach out and hold the cup and said,

"Don't move, I'll feed you."

Hearing this, he smiled and happily replied, "Yeah."

Sickness is a bad thing, but when someone is sick, if someone takes care of it, then this bad thing will not be so bad.