"Take everything in sight

on this side of the road

It won't work if you're too calm

If only I could run more impulsively

Maybe we can catch up

Bus time”

There was a click sound, the button of the small speaker was pressed, and the sound stopped suddenly.

"So do you want to sleep or listen to music?"

Wan Lihua walked to the bed carrying a bowl.

It is now 10:37 in the morning. After receiving Inoue's distress message, Wan Lihua rushed over in a hurry. Inoue has been lying in bed like this.

There is a small hill-like protrusion on the bed. If you look carefully, you can see that it is vibrating quite frequently.

Wan Lihua placed the small bowl on the table and looked around at the slightly dim environment in the room.

"..."

She sighed and opened the curtains next to the desk, letting in the sunlight, which happened to fall on the hill.

"Hmm~"

"Sayuri, I came here specifically to make porridge for you, and you just ignore me like that."

"..."

There was an arm under the quilt, and the fingers were hooked. The sunlight fell on it, as if it was covered with a layer of gold powder that was so bright that it glowed.

Wan Lihua smiled when he saw it.

Today she was wearing a floral dress with contrasting colors and white sneakers on her feet. There was a large corsage embroidered on her chest, which was quite delicate.

Wan Lihua's mother is a fashion designer by profession. She has loved making small items with her mother since she was a child, and she has become even more dexterous as she grows up. Except for the shoes on her feet, she designed and made everything herself.

At this moment, she held the hem of her skirt with both hands, raised her right foot wearing cotton white boat socks, and kicked the hill several times. She must have stepped on her buttocks, which was soft and waxy.

"You are just talking. If I hadn't heard that you had a bad cold at home, who would have taken care of your illness?"

"Stop, stop kicking me, I'm coming out, I'm coming out." With a whimpering cry, Inoue begged for mercy from the bottom of his heart.

"snort."

Wan Lihua pouted and then gave up.

After waiting for a long time, a hole was opened by the corner. Wan Lihua got tired of waiting and simply opened it.

Inoue exclaimed, wearing plain light blue pajamas, with disheveled hair, sleepy eyes, and a flat mouth.

Both eyes were red and bloodshot.

"What's wrong with you? A cold won't make you look like a madman, right?"

Wan Lihua was shocked.

Inoue silently wrapped the quilt around him again and looked at her with an aggrieved look, "I stayed up all night playing The Legend of Zelda last night..."

Before she finished speaking, Wan Lihua's pink little fist pressed gently against Inoue's cheek, "Then you still have the nerve to ask me for help, and you still said 'help', 'I'm about to starve to death',"

You are simply bringing it upon yourself..."

Inoue put his hand on Wan Lihua's wrist and said pitifully, "I don't have anyone to ask for help. Riyaxiang went to Kagoshima to film a show. If you don't come, I will really kill you at home..."

"You brought it on yourself." Wan Lihua said angrily.

"You are too arrogant to stay up late playing games even though you are sick. Get up quickly. This is the porridge I made with great difficulty following the video. You have to drink it all for me. Don't waste it."

"Okay." Inoue sniffed and sat up.

She spread her hands and looked up at Wan Lihua, "Where's the porridge?"

"..." Wan Lihua was about to fight, but Inoue was so frightened that he closed his eyes and shrank back.

The result was that his forehead was lightly flicked.

"What are you afraid of?" She opened her eyes and saw Wan Lihua looking at her funny, "You thought I would really hit you."

"I, it was a conditioned reflex, out of control." Inoue felt a little embarrassed and defended with a red face.

Wan Lihua smiled and handed the bowl of porridge and the spoon to her.

Inoue stared blankly at the steaming white porridge in front of him.

"What are you looking at? You don't want me to feed you." Wan Lihua laughed.

Inoue hesitated for a moment, then came up and sniffed lightly, then frowned and said very uncertainly: "Wan Lihua, this... are you sure you're not confused?"

Wan Lihua blushed and quickly looked away, "No, it's mushy. How can such white porridge taste like mushy?"

She didn't tell Inoue that her kitchen was in a mess. She only took out this one bowl of porridge that looked good, and the ingredient usage rate was less than 10%.

"Drink it quickly, I worked hard to make this for you." Wan Lihua pushed the porridge forward.

There was no other way, so Inoue had no choice but to take it with a grimace and stuff it into his mouth one spoonful at a time.

"I really feel like I'm confused...an illusion?" No, I already have some self-doubt.

This time Wan Lihua was thinking that before leaving, she'd better take the whole pot back and destroy the body. When Inoue asked, she simply pretended to be dumbfounded and asked questions.

Inoue pinched his nose and drank the bowl of porridge cleanly, and then Wan Lihua pulled him into the bathroom to wash up and rest.

Wan Lihua took the time to take Inoue's temperature and found that her cold was completely gone. However, she had been living a very depraved life after staying at home for the past two days. She was either playing games or watching the rented House of Cards DVDs from the store, which were the first, second and second seasons.

According to her own words, God must have seen that she practiced too hard and gave her a break specifically to catch a cold.

"Of course it's good that you're so optimistic." Wan Lihua didn't say anything. She was also busy with work the past two days and didn't have time to come over to visit the doctor. She just had a break for most of the day today.

She thought it was good that Inoue had some rest time, but it was a bit tricky to take time off due to illness. Inoue's health was not very good. After every live session, he was breathing heavily and his face was a little pale. In actual inspection, there were no major problems.

.Basically, he and Hashimoto are both physically weak.

"Speaking of which, did the new show "School Trip", Riyaka, replace you?"

Wan Lihua suddenly asked as he flipped through the Heroes Sentai-themed comic in his hand.

The two of them had nothing to do. Wan Lihua worked on a radio program in the evening. Around seven o'clock, the time before that was all at his own discretion. He originally wanted to go to the cinema to watch a movie, but with Inoue's appearance, he probably wouldn't be able to go.

.

"Yeah, I didn't expect to catch a cold suddenly. I'm really looking forward to this show."

Inoue hugged her carrot doll, lying on the bed, flipping through the same comics in her hands. After hearing Wan Lihua's words, she turned to look at her with a slightly depressed expression, "After that, I went to the program group to tell each person

I apologized, but fortunately everyone was very gentle and said it was okay and let me recover at home."

I guess people are afraid that if you run around wearing a mask, you might infect others.

Wan Lihua sat on the edge of the bed and changed into a more comfortable position, but she still felt a little twisted.

The comic in her hand was really boring. She flipped through half of the volume. Is it so interesting that a comic like this can be guessed at the ending after reading the beginning? She didn't understand it very well, but Inoue was obsessed with stories like tokusatsu films and hero teams.

, I can be forgiven for watching it with gusto at this moment.

But this should be a boy's interest.
Chapter completed!