After a while, Feng Tianyou came upstairs with some food.
She had just recovered from the fever, her spirit finally a little better, making it suitable to eat something light.
"Shuang'er, why are you up?"
Lin Zishuang walked over. "I'm fine now, I'm already much better."
"Then quickly sit down and eat something. You haven't really eaten much for a whole day and night. Here, drink some water."
Feng Tianyou's attentiveness made Lin Zishuang even more unsure how to face him; she could only lower her head and eat silently.
Feng Tianyou watched as she ate, bite by bite, and only then did he finally feel somewhat relieved.
Her fever had subsided, and she had an appetite again—only with that could she recover faster.
After finishing her meal, Lin Zishuang wiped her mouth. "Brother Feng, it's not proper for me to sleep in your room. Tonight, I'll sleep in the guest room instead."
"No!"
Feng Tianyou rejected her request without even thinking.
