The sun still rises every day, and they still live an ordinary life day after day. The working days are not as colorful as on campus. Zhang Weimo spends only Monday to Friday at school, and often stays at home on weekends. Occasionally, Zhang Weimo spends time at school from Monday to Friday.

When I go out, I will meet Wen Yiran on the corridor. The two of them just nod and smile in agreement.

Wen Yiran has been filming for almost a month. In addition to filming, he sometimes goes to other places to participate in commercial shootings, which makes him very busy.

"Where did he go?" Zhang Weimo hadn't seen him for several days. When she went out, she stared at the opposite door in a daze, her heart beating inexplicably fast, as if she was afraid that he would open the door and appear in front of her the next second.

The fact is that Wen Yiran flew to Beijing early in the morning to accept a brand promotion project and wanted to participate in the filming, and then took a midnight flight back to the Twin Cities.

He just lay down on the sofa and fell asleep. He forgot to turn on the air conditioner and cover himself with a blanket. He didn't even know why he was in a hurry to come back because he had obviously asked for two days' leave from the crew.

He woke up in the middle of the night and walked back to the room in a daze.

"Knock knock knock..." Zhang Weimo was awakened by a knock on the door. She lifted the quilt over her face irritably, but the sound still kept coming. She walked out of the bedroom with her eyes half closed, and first looked through the peephole on the door warily.

When she looked outside the door, she saw a man with his head lowered, looking very penetrating. She was so shocked that she curled up her hands and feet and planned to go back to the bedroom. Before she could take two steps, the knock on the door rang again.

"Is it him?" When she looked out the door again, a familiar face appeared in the cat's eye view.

She opened the door, and in front of her was Wen Yiran, who was half asleep. He suddenly leaned on Zhang Weimo's shoulder, unconscious. Her eyes suddenly widened, and she was at a loss. She pushed him, but found that his

My arms were extremely hot.

"Got a fever?" She said to herself, and had to use the strength of feeding him to drag him into her home.

"The hospital is probably closed now, what should I do?! What should I do?!" Zhang Weimo was so anxious that he wandered around in the living room and looked at Wen Yiran on the sofa, not knowing what to do.

"Calm down, calm down, calm down." She breathed out, telling herself to deal with it calmly.

"Forget it, haven't you ever eaten pork and seen pigs running away?" She said to herself, trying to use ice packs to cook them like in the TV series, but there was no ice pack at home, so she had to use a towel dipped in cold water and fold it.

So that it can be placed on his forehead.

There was cold sweat on his forehead and on his neck, and she wiped it off with a towel. She had never dealt with such a thing before, and it was a little uncomfortable for her, even though she had been warm-hearted and helpful since she was a child.

The stranger was very busy, but today's situation made her at a loss.

Seeing that he was getting better and no longer sweating, she brought a blanket to cover him and changed the towel several times. She had planned to sleep and wake up naturally during the weekend tomorrow, but she was really tired and slowly lay down on the sofa.

Fell asleep.

At seven o'clock in the morning, the sun shone through the gap in the curtains and hit Zhang Weimo's face. Her translucent skin was like a newborn baby. She was awakened by this dazzling sunlight, which disturbed her dream.

Seeing that Wen Yiran was still awake, she tiptoed into the kitchen, wanting to make a simple breakfast.

"Make him one too." She muttered to herself and started to work with her hands.

Perhaps he was awakened by the sound of pots and pans clashing in Zhang Weimo's kitchen. Wen Yiran opened his eyes, looked at the ceiling, calmed down, and turned his head motionlessly to look at the nearby furniture. It was unfamiliar to him.

It seemed like he couldn't remember anything about last night.

He touched the thing on his head again, which was a folded wet towel. Only then did he realize that he had a fever last night. He moved his body carefully and tried to look towards the kitchen where the sound came from. He saw that porridge was being cooked.

Zhang Weimo couldn't help but smile and stared blankly until his neck felt a little sore, then he lay down honestly.

Probably aware of the slight noise on the sofa, Zhang Weimo leaned over and looked into the living room: "Are you feeling better?"
Chapter completed!