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When Lin Qingyou arrived, Yin Hanyu deliberately turned over in bed.
“Hiss…”
But the movement pulled on his wound, and this time, he was truly in pain.
“Are you okay?” Lin Qingyou quickly put down the food and hurried over to help him.
“I’m… fine,” Yin Hanyu instinctively wanted to say he was fine.
But then he recalled Yin Yichen’s advice, and in an instant, he pulled the blanket over himself and started moaning exaggeratedly, “Ah… it hurts… so painful…”
Lin Qingyou: “…”
Didn’t he say it was just a minor injury that would scab over soon and wouldn’t hurt?
“Where does it hurt?” Lin Qingyou asked.
“My whole body hurts,” Yin Hanyu deliberately said in a weak, pitiful voice.
Lin Qingyou’s heart ached instantly, and she quickly lifted the blanket, only to see that Yin Hanyu was already covered in sweat.
Lin Qingyou was startled, “Yin Hanyu, what’s wrong? Are you running a fever?”
No, it was just that he had sprayed Yin Yichen’s toner all over himself.
“Uh… maybe… just a little fever…”
Yin Hanyu spoke intermittently, looking as if he was on the verge of passing out as he collapsed onto Lin Qingyou’s shoulder.
Lin Qingyou was flustered and worried. She immediately reached out to touch his forehead.
But the moment she touched it, she froze.
Why was it ice-cold?
There was no sign of a fever at all.
Yet he was sweating profusely.
Could it be cold sweats?
Did he injure that area, and now he was too weak?
Lin Qingyou opened her mouth, then closed it.
She repeated this a few times.
Yin Hanyu frowned. “What’s wrong? Why do you look like you have something to say but won’t say it?”
Wasn’t she always blunt?
Lin Qingyou pursed her lips and covered her own face, then gathered her courage and blurted out, “Yin Hanyu, for the sake of our future happiness, I think you should go to the hospital for a check-up. I don’t think I treated it properly.”
Yin Hanyu: “…”
“Lin Qingyou, what do you mean?”
She had better not mean that!
Unfortunately, Lin Qingyou did mean that.
She said seriously, “I know that part is something men don’t like to talk about. It’s a symbol of pride. But if there’s a problem, it needs to be treated. If it’s not working, you have to admit it.”
Yin Hanyu: “…”
“Who’s not working?!”
Yin Hanyu’s voice instantly lost its fake frailty, and he shouted with full energy, completely different from the near-death state he had just been in.
Seeing this, Lin Qingyou was even more convinced that he was just pretending.
She patted his shoulder to comfort him. “Baby, don’t be mad. I understand.”
Yin Hanyu: “…”
Understand what?!
“Really, I totally understand.” Lin Qingyou looked at him with deep affection, as if swearing her eternal love. “Baby, don’t worry. Even if you really can’t, I won’t abandon you.”
“…” Yin Hanyu nearly choked on air.
He was not unable!
Wasn’t this supposed to earn him some sympathy? How did it turn into this?
Did he not act convincingly enough?
Or was his performance just bad?
No—wait, he wasn’t bad!
Yin Hanyu stared at Lin Qingyou’s sincere little face, unsure what to say.
Did she really love him that much? Even if he was not working, she would still want him?
That was kind of touching.
But… why did it still feel weird?
No, damn it, he was working perfectly fine!
Yin Yichen, that little traitor—if he ever listened to him again, he was a fool!
Yin Hanyu rubbed his forehead.
When he touched his own cold forehead, realization dawned on him.
Then, looking a bit awkward, he stammered, “I don’t have a fever. It’s a low fever.”
Lin Qingyou: “…”
“Fever? Low fever?” Lin Qingyou held back her laughter and patted his shoulder. “I think you’re just being flirty.”
Yin Hanyu: “…”
He was speechless.
He couldn’t keep up this act anymore.
So, he just gave up and buried himself under the blanket again.
Lin Qingyou: “…”
This man… so frustrating yet so adorable.
Laughing, she pulled him out of the blanket. “Enough acting, get up and eat.”
A trace of guilt flashed across Yin Hanyu’s face, but he still stubbornly tried to keep up the act. “Acting? What acting?”
Lin Qingyou: “You’re asking me? Shouldn’t you ask yourself? Weren’t you the one acting?”
Yin Hanyu: “…”
So embarrassing.
He wanted to crawl back under the blanket again.
But Lin Qingyou saw through him first and snatched the blanket away.
Yin Hanyu: “…”
Aaaaaah! So embarrassing!
He hated Yin Yichen!
He didn’t want that little brother anymore!
Lin Qingyou placed a small table in front of him. “Eat.”
Yin Hanyu obediently picked up the bowl, but as he reached for the chopsticks, he suddenly froze.
Lin Qingyou froze too.
Because, for some reason, Yin Hanyu’s expression suddenly darkened. He looked emo.
Lin Qingyou poked him. “What’s wrong? The food’s not to your liking?”
But he hadn’t even taken a bite yet.
She had cooked all his favorite dishes, just like always.
Suddenly, Yin Hanyu set the bowl down heavily on the table, then looked up and glared at Lin Qingyou.
Lin Qingyou was confused. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
“You lied to me. You don’t actually like me.” Yin Hanyu accused.
Lin Qingyou was completely innocent. “What?! Where is this coming from?”
Yin Hanyu gritted his teeth. “When Leng Yifeng pretended to be in pain, you were heartbroken. But when I pretended to be in pain, you said I was not working.”
Lin Qingyou: “…”
Pfft.
Pfft—HAHAHAHA!
She really wanted to laugh, but if she did, would Yin Hanyu get so mad he exploded?
“You’re laughing?!”
Yin Hanyu saw her holding back laughter and clenched his jaw in fury.
“Lin Qingyou, are you playing double standards?” He slammed the table angrily. “I’m not eating anymore!”
Lin Qingyou: “…”
What, was he going on a hunger strike now?
Seeing his angry pout, Lin Qingyou had to think of the saddest thing in her life just to suppress her laughter.
She cleared her throat. “Do you know why?”
“Hmph.” Yin Hanyu scoffed. “I don’t want to know.”
Lin Qingyou shrugged. “Okay, then I won’t tell you.”
Yin Hanyu: “…”
“You’re really not going to say?!” Yin Hanyu glared, puffing up like an angry balloon about to pop.
Lin Qingyou grinned. “It’s simple—because your acting isn’t as good as Leng Yifeng’s.”
Yin Hanyu got even angrier. “Are you saying I’m worse than Leng Yifeng?!”
Lin Qingyou quickly changed her wording. “Because Leng Yifeng is a fake green tea schemer, and you’re not.”
Yin Hanyu: “…”
Fine. That was barely acceptable.
Lin Qingyou pinched his cheek teasingly. “Baby, I used to think your face could make you a superstar. But now, I think you better not enter showbiz—your acting is so bad, you’d get kicked out on the first day.”
Yin Hanyu: “…”