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The Amnesiac Black Panther and His Poor Little Beauty (112)

Song Ning's fever subsided quickly, but she still looked sickly. Her previous brisk work ethic was nowhere to be seen. Instead, she had to be wrapped up tightly every day, just as the saying goes—recovery from illness is like pulling silk from a cocoon.

He lay there listlessly for two days and couldn't take it anymore. Firstly, he was used to always being busy with something, and now that he didn't have to be busy, he felt very uncomfortable. He was very unaccustomed to being held down and lying there by Lance every day.

The second reason is also very simple: he couldn't bear to leave Lance to run around all by himself and have to go to the farm over there to manage it all by himself.

After protesting to Lance several times, he finally had to ride on Lance to regain control of the conversation.

"You can't do it this way either."

He argued with reason and emotion, "If I don't move, my body will rust. Besides, you're busy outside and then you have to come back to take care of me. I won't feel at ease at home. Do you think I'm right?"

He grabbed Lance by the collar, forcing the other man to look him in the eye.

Lance had just returned from outside, still carrying a chill from the cold. He grabbed him, wanting to pull him away, but was worried about hurting Song Ning.

He braced himself with his hands behind him, and Song Ning straddled his firm waist and abdomen. Lance, being restrained by him, could only look up at Song Ning's expression.

Compared to how sickly she looked a couple of days ago, Song Ning actually seemed to be in much better shape today.

Today, Song Ning wore a fluffy gray rabbit fur coat. The fluffy rabbit fur made his face look smaller and his age seemed to have changed. At first glance, he looked like a young college student in his early twenties who had just entered society. His face was so fair and tender that it looked like water could flow out if you pinched it.

His eyebrows and eyes looked much more vibrant and bright than before. Looking down at him from above, the undeniable life force between his brows made Lance unable to help but smile.

Song Ning felt a little uncomfortable under his smile and gaze; she had been so aggressive just moments before, but now she felt guilty.

"W-What are you doing? Am I wrong?"

Could it be that Lance has discovered I'm just being unreasonable?

He thought uncertainly.

Lance's eyes were clear, and the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned.

"But Ningning isn't well yet, and I'm very worried. Ningning herself said, 'What should I do?'"

He passed the question back to Song Ning like a football, and then pointed out that he was worried about Song Ning because she hadn't fully recovered.

Song Ning was also a little helpless. He was in the wrong in this regard, after all, Lance had been taking care of him these past few days, and he couldn't really ignore Lance's care.

"You're cheating."

Feeling a bit deflated, Song Ning leaned against Lance and, as expected, was caught and held in his arms.

He instinctively snuggled closer to Lance, as if he wanted to bury himself in Lance's arms—ever since he had a fever, he had been feeling cold and sensitive to the cold. Lance was warmer than several small crystal suns, so he had recently developed the habit of sticking close to Lance.

“I’m just recuperating, not actually sick. You can’t really stop me from doing anything.”

If force doesn't work, try a softer approach. Song Ning leaned against Lance and kissed him several times.

Even after several days of rest, Song Ning's lips still felt cold. Lance unbuttoned his coat and peeled off several layers of Song Ning's round outer garment before tucking her into his arms to warm her up.

“I didn’t say you couldn’t do it, but you’re sick, and I just wanted to take extra care of you, that’s all.”

He spoke frankly and reasonably.

They were dating, and now that Song Ning has fallen ill and the doctor has advised him to rest for a while, it's only natural that she should take care of him.

As for work and such, "Even the doctor's advice is that you can't do anything reckless right now, or you might lose all your previous efforts."

"Once you're fully recovered, you can do everything. Before that, you can't."

Seeing that there was no room for negotiation, Song Ning had no choice but to give up.

"Then at least let me do something else. I promise I won't tire myself out, okay?"

“You go on patrol every day, take care of the farm, and rush back to cook for me. It’s too hard for you.”

"I can't keep letting you stay like this, otherwise I won't be able to properly recover."

Lance then realized what was happening and looked up at Song Ning's somewhat gloomy expression.

"So Ningning is actually feeling sorry for me?"

He thought Song Ning was bored at home, but it turned out that he was the one who didn't understand romance. So that's what Song Ning was struggling with?

His heart melted instantly, and his eyes softened.

"If Ningning promises me she won't overwork herself, she can cook a meal, but she has to do it slowly and not tire herself out, okay?"

He lifted Song Ning up slightly, looking up at her and waiting for her confirmation.

This was the first time Song Ning had spoken to someone in this manner. He saw a hint of pleading in Lance's eyes and felt a pang of bitterness in his heart.

"Oh well."

After repeated discussions, the two finally reached an agreement.

Song Ning can go to the farm with Lance every day, but he has to be carried there by the big cat. Once at the farm, he can't work in the fields; he can only help Lance change crystal cores and record crop status.

Under Song Ning's persuasion, Lance temporarily withdrew from the patrol duties to the base.

Although patrolling could bring in extra income, it wasted too much time each day. In addition, the farm's output had caught up, so they really didn't care about the small amount of patrolling pay.

Putting aside everything else, the previous batch of crops traded in exchange for a considerable amount of goods were returned.

Lance used the money to pay for a doctor's consultation and medication, and also bought Song Ning a new rabbit fur coat.

The medicine and consultation fees are the most expensive, especially the fever reducer, which is said to be very difficult to produce under the current circumstances. Because it is a very important medicine, the cost of the medicine and consultation fees alone has already exchanged almost all of the value of their last harvest. In addition, Song Ning has almost completely changed all the clothes he has been wearing recently, including that rabbit fur coat.

However, it might sound unsettling, but on the other hand, it also means that they are actually doing quite well with their farm income.

Song Ning initially disagreed, but later Lance made a suggestion.

"Don't you often meet and interact with Tang Wei and the others? Why don't you ask them if they're interested in taking over my job?"

His suggestion immediately piqued Song Ning's interest, but before that, Song Ning subconsciously asked a question.

"Should I go find them? I'm leaving now?"