Lu Xian Yu felt his body heavy and his head aching so badly. He squinted his eyes open and saw a blurry image of a girl. It soon became clear and he saw Li Bingbing looking at him in relief.
He tried to get up but Li Bingbing stopped him, "Just lie down." Then she placed a cold towel on his forehead, "You have a fever so you need to rest."
"How... how long was I out?" Lu Xian Yu asked, his voice was hoarse.
"The whole day. Shen Juan said that you have lost too much blood that's why." She stood up, "I'm going to make you some porridge so that you can drink your medicine afterward."
A soft chuckle was heard from him, "Can you even make one?"
Li Bingbing furrowed her brows, "Oh, just because you haven't seen me cook doesn't mean that I can't. Watch me."
...
Lu Xian Yu was staring at the porridge in the bowl that was in front of him. Just by looking at it, he could tell that the porridge was overcooked, an unnamed vegetable weeping at the bottom of the bowl.
