Trajectory 2: entangled curves

It turned out to be the case.

Zhuge Qinuo breathed a sigh of relief, but before he could say "nothing", Mi Bei said, "Are you injured anywhere else? This one is serious, take care of yourself first."

Zhuge Qinuo stood up and pretended to wash the towel.

"How did you hurt yourself like this? Is it because of me?" Mi Bei continued to ask.

Zhuge Qinuo: "I've already said it's nothing. I was running too fast when I was looking for you, so I fell down."

Mi Bei: “That’s all?” His voice was trembling, he was almost crying.

Zhuge Qinuo: "Then I'll take it back."

She continued to wash the towels. He stared at her. Her hands began to tremble.

Mi Bei grabbed her hand: "So it's still because of me?"

"Don't think too much about it. I would have done the same thing if I were Deng Qing. I was just careless." She said, "I'll go change the water. I'd better wet the towel a little bit, so you can wipe it yourself."

Zhuge Qinuo didn't dare to look at him again and pretended to be busy.

He changed the water for washing the towel, poured in some warm water for drinking, wrung out the towel, and after hearing Mi Bei say that he was fine, he closed the door and went out.

There is no time to lament my own hypocrisy. I just let out a long sigh and showed my empty stomach and Mi Bei's "cooking without rice".

Mi Bei endured the dizziness and simply cleaned his body. He thought he was too excited and scared her away. He didn't want to push her too hard like last time, and then let her rebound and almost lose their friendship. He adjusted his mood and waited for her to come in.

But after waiting for a long time, Zhuge Qinuo didn't come in. He laughed at himself, why was he waiting like a little wife for someone to come to his room?

Although he laughed, he still waited. His mind was fuzzy, and the quiet air made it chaotic. Countless fragments about Zhuge Qinuo flashed in his mind. At such a young age, he also sighed at the wonder of fate. They started with a small accident, and it was a tangled mess. Who said that a small interlude couldn't be better than the main theme?

His physical weakness indulged his own unbridled thoughts. He was very tired, and it seemed that he could only relax for a moment when Zhuge Qinuo was around. At this moment, he wanted to enjoy this relaxation without any scruples.

His mind began to relax, so relaxed that he wanted to sleep. Just as he was about to fall asleep, he felt the heat on the back of his shoulder. He opened his eyes and saw Zhuge Qinuo's collarbone approaching him. He also saw her fragrance. Mm, the glory of Chinese products.

"You're back!" Mibei said.

Zhuge Qinuo was so frightened that he trembled and his movements were too stiff to continue: "You, you were sleeping sitting down, I just... just wanted to lay you flat."

Feeling her nervousness, Mi Bei smiled secretly. She couldn't see this smile, as she was thinking about what to do next. She was just thinking about finishing the action and letting Mi Bei sleep flat.

Mi Bei said: "What is that? It smells so good. I feel like I'm hungry after smelling it."

"Ah," Zhuge Qinuo jumped away, "Oh, yes, I cooked porridge and fried eggs. I'll get them."

Zhuge Qinuo took out a few pieces of paper to pad the bowl and handed the porridge to Mi Bei: "Be careful, it's hot. Come and taste the result of simple ingredients and my simple cooking skills."

Mi Bei took the bowl. The scene he thought of blowing it cool before feeding it did not happen. He looked at the thin porridge and smelled the rice fragrance in it. He never thought that a bowl of clear porridge would make him salivate continuously, as if it was some kind of delicacy. He scooped up and tasted it. If there was a feeling, it was that the fever was consuming his hungry body, and this mouthful of porridge was replenishing energy.

"Wait a minute, it's not that shabby, wait for me a moment." Zhuge Qinuo ran out again, and when he came back, he was holding a plate of scrambled eggs.

It was really scrambled eggs, without any decoration. But the color was golden, and it was obvious that it was cooked just right.

"Try it." She said, sitting down on the edge of Mibei's bed, holding the plate of scrambled eggs in both hands.

Mi Bei looked at Zhuge Qinuo behind the plate, scooped a small amount with a spoon, and ate it without moving his eyes away from her face.

"How is it? Do you like it?" Sound wave cut off Mibelas's eye contact.

"Yeah, delicious!" Mibei answered soullessly.

He tried to savor it again, but he couldn't remember the taste of the eggs. It was just that at that moment, he seemed to understand the meaning of "a beauty delicacy".

Zhuge Qinuo worked hard to fry the eggs, but Mi Bei did not give a serious answer. He looked at her expectant and smiling eyes and took another big bite.

If the porridge just now "seemed to be" a delicacy, then this bite of scrambled eggs was "definitely" a delicacy.

"Delicious!" he commented sincerely.

"You've already said it's delicious." Zhuge Qinuo still held the egg and responded to Mi Bei happily.

"Why aren't you eating?" Mi Bei just realized that he was only focused on eating, but he didn't realize that Zhuge Qinuo was the one who was always hungry and busy.

"How are you going to eat if I don't hold it for you? Just enjoy your meal. After you're done, I'll go and fry some more. This is all I know how to cook. You've almost tasted half of it." Mi Bei looked at her holding the plate obediently, looking confident in her cooking skills, as if he was looking at a primary school student.

"Oh? This half is not noodles, porridge, and scrambled eggs, right? Then what is the other half?" Although there was no comfortable place on his body, he couldn't help but make fun of her.

"Egg fried rice, seaweed soup and hot pot!" She was still very confident.

"How did Chengcheng and Xinxin survive in your hands?" Although he said that, Mibei's body honestly finished the porridge and left the egg on the plate.

I wanted to drink some porridge, but I was afraid that she would be busy again, so I told her that I was full.

Zhuge Qinuo: "Oh, yes, I would have forgotten if you hadn't mentioned it. I promised Xinxin that I would go to his school as a parent volunteer tomorrow. I will go back after I have settled you down. Are you okay on your own? Do you want to send a message to your friend now? I am a little worried about leaving you as a sick patient."

"Ah, no, no, I've already troubled you too much. I originally wanted to treat you to a meal, but I didn't expect to cause so much trouble. It's already late, let's go now, you can still get some rest when you get home." Mi Bei said considerately, saying something against his will.

"It's not that urgent," she said. "You seem to be OK after such a bad fall, but your injuries and fever need to be monitored."

Next, Mibei watched Zhuge Qinuo start to clean up the dishes, took them away, poured himself some new hot water, and took an extra cup and mouthwash.

Mi Bei thanked her for her attentiveness, which allowed him to remain clean and refreshed despite his illness, and more importantly, to have someone to accompany him.

Zhuge Qinuo hadn't come back for a long time. Mi Bei heard the sound of water and ping-pong outside and knew that she had gone to help him clean up. Although all the romance was not staged, the ordinary warmth can also make people's hearts beat.

Mibei waited for her. Apart from waiting for her, he seemed to have no other idea to do.