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Mei Shu stared blankly at him, but all she could see were the scenes of Zhang Jiao’s fierce and malevolent appearance from the past.

Tears quickly gathered in her eyes.

But before the tear could form, it was gently kissed away by a pair of warm lips.

Mei Shu half-closed one eye, only using the other to look at him.

Her cold gaze, which she had barely managed to muster, was instantly shattered by the almost desperate sadness on his face.

Mei Shu bit down on her lower lip tightly, refusing to let herself shed tears, but that person always managed to be one step ahead, kissing the tears from her eyes, the lips nearly bitten to blood, and her warm, flushed cheeks.

Under his relentless pursuit, Mei Shu finally surrendered.

She reluctantly parted her lips, and her tense body relaxed, as if a hedgehog had finally trusted enough to retract its spines, no longer showing any hostility to the person in front of her.

“This is better,” Lu Si said softly and leaned down to kiss her lips again.

Her lips were an absolute deadly temptation to him.

Looking at the sweet and plump cherries, no one had the ability to refuse at this moment.

“Master Si, I brought breakfast for you…” When Jiang He pushed the door open, he happened to see the two of them embracing. His jaw dropped in shock, feeling like he wanted to die right then and there!

How could he be so careless, thinking that Master Si was still lost in thought and just barging in like that!

Now he just wanted to chop off his own hand and sew his mouth shut.

Sure enough, the next second, his family’s Master Si shot him a freezing cold look mixed with anger.

Jiang He was almost scared speechless, but in his desperate attempt for survival, he quickly came up with an excuse, “Miss Mei just woke up, she must be hungry, so I, I came to bring you food.”

Saying that, he innocently raised the food container in his hand and tried to put on a flattering smile, hoping that Master Si would let him off considering how considerate he was for Miss Mei.

“Put it down,” Lu Si looked towards the bedside table, his meaning clear.

Jiang He quickly obeyed, scratching his head nervously, “Miss Mei, it’s good that you’re awake. Otherwise, Master Si would be worried sick. By the way, should I call the doctor now to check on Miss Mei’s condition?”

“Yes, go ahead,” Lu Si replied indifferently.

Jiang He breathed a sigh of relief as if he had been granted clemency and hastily rushed out of the ward.

After he left, Lu Si helped Mei Shu sit up and placed his hand on her forehead to check her temperature, “Your fever should have subsided by now. I’ll have the doctor take a look later to make sure there are no lingering issues.”

Mei Shu regained her composure and joked with him, “Your hands are always so cold. Can you really tell if my temperature is normal?”

Lu Si looked relieved that she was in a playful mood and said, “I’ve been like this since I was little. Grandfather has had many doctors check me, but they all said there was nothing wrong with my health, so I’ve just let it be.”

Mei Shu pondered for a moment, “Actually, there’s something I don’t know if the people around you have noticed.”

Lu Si raised an eyebrow at her, “What is it?”

Mei Shu said, “Every time you switch to your second personality, your hands are actually warm, not the same temperature as now. I don’t know what the connection is between the two.”

Lu Si lowered his head in thought, “No one has ever mentioned that before. It might be the key to curing my illness.”

“It’s been a long time since you last fell ill. Haven’t you noticed?” Mei Shu opened the thermos and her stomach started growling. She was curious about what Jiang He had brought for them to eat.

Lu Si, seeing her hunger, brushed her hand aside and helped her arrange the porridge and side dishes, “Indeed, I always thought it was because of the lollipops you carried with you.”

Mei Shu considered, “Why don’t you try eating a hundred of them and see if it cures your illness?”

The conversation was getting more and more absurd.

Lu Si helplessly reached over and flicked her nose, “I’m afraid that before I cure the illness, I’ll end up with some other ailment.”

Seizing the opportunity, Mei Shu held his hand and coquettishly said, “I really think you should try! Even if you don’t eat so many, try to eat one every day! Maybe it will really have a suppressive effect on your illness!”

Lu Si was about to say something, but just then the doctor came in, and they both instinctively closed their mouths.

Mei Shu’s fever this time was just a sudden outburst of pent-up emotions, now that the fever had subsided, her body was naturally fine, but she still felt a bit weak.

After giving her a few instructions to rest well and avoid exertion, the doctor left the ward.

Lu Si finally breathed a sigh of relief, “Now that you’re fine, shall we settle the score?”

Mei Shu’s expression changed, and she hastily picked up her bowl of porridge, not caring about the heat, and swallowed a big spoonful, exhaling hot steam as she mumbled, “I, I’m hungry. Let’s talk after I eat!”

How could Lu Si dare to press her when she looked like this?

He frowned and took the bowl from her hand, carefully stirring it with a small spoon, reproaching her, “You don’t need to eat so hastily just because you feel guilty.. Do you think I can hang you up and interrogate you?”