On the rewards for successfully defeating a boss

"Do you like sandwiches?" Chi Mu couldn't help asking as he looked at Chen Qian wolfing down his food.

"Hmm..." Chen Qian's mouth was stuffed so full that he couldn't speak, so he shook his head to indicate that he didn't like it.

"But you eat a lot and very quickly. It was the same yesterday." Chi Mu pinched his sandwich, hesitating whether to give him half.

Chen Qian chewed the sandwich in his mouth and finally swallowed it with some water.

"I didn't eat it often before. I was so tired of it in Denmark." He wiped the crumbs from the corner of his mouth. "But since I've been fed nutrient solution all the time, it's rare for me to eat something filling, so I've become very fond of it."

The time spent in the warehouse can be summed up in two words: boring.

Chen Qian was still sore all over, and the discomfort was probably caused by catching a cold. He could only feel more comfortable by lying on the cushion and emptying his mind.

Chi Mu looked at him, not showing any sign of anger, and felt very worried. He asked him several times with a stern face if he felt unwell, but Chen Qian just shook his head silently and lied, saying that he had been locked up for too long and it was normal to look haggard.

He just kept on holding on, until -

"Chen Qian—Chen Qian!"

Under the combined effects of drowsiness and dizziness, Chen Qian fell into a deep sleep without knowing when.

In a state of half-sleep and half-wakefulness, he could vaguely hear someone calling his name. He wanted to respond, but he couldn't open his mouth.

"Wake up, Chen Qian, you seem to have a fever."

As his mind struggled to regain clarity, the screaming became clearer and clearer.

Chen Qian opened his eyes hazily, only to see Chi Mu with a face full of tension and worry.

He unconsciously thought it was a dream and raised his hand to touch Chi Mu's furrowed brow. He murmured the words Simon had always told him: "Don't frown, it will give you wrinkles."

The moisture of the lips brought sweetness, sliding into the slightly opened lips.

Chen Qian subconsciously pursed his lips to wipe away the moisture. He resisted the endless sleepiness and opened his eyes, meeting a pair of concerned gazes.

"How are you? Are you feeling better?" The next second, Chi Mu put down the mineral water bottle and came over to check his temperature.

Chen Qian sat up and took a moment to calm down before answering, "Yeah, much better."

"Your voice is hoarse." Chi Mu didn't accept his response and asked again, "Tell me the truth, are you feeling unwell? It's difficult to deal with being sick here, so don't hide it from me anymore."

"Just a little." Chen Qian leaned over to get the mineral water, but he just tilted his body a little and immediately lost his balance due to dizziness. It was Chi Mu's quick eyes and hands that helped him up and prevented him from falling to the ground.

Seeing him like this, Chi Mu guessed that he must be very uncomfortable. He was both angry and amused. He sighed and handed him the water bottle. "This is not a joke. We don't know when we can go out. If we don't find a way to relieve it, it will be very serious."

"I'll go ask them if they have any medicine or blankets. I don't know if I can get them." He stared at Chen Qian and drank several sips of water in one breath. He looked as if he had nothing to say to Chen Qian, stood up, patted his pants, and went to the other end of the warehouse door.

Chi Mu knocked hard on the iron gate. The iron sheet shook violently and the sound was very loud, which soon attracted the attention of the guard.

"What are you doing!" The man knocked back in a very harsh tone, staring at Chi Mu through the gap in the iron gate.

"Do you have a blanket or cold medicine?" Chi Mu ignored his bad attitude and temper and said urgently in a soft voice, "The other person is sick. If we don't do something, it will get worse."

There were no medicines and no blankets.

But the guard outside, taking into consideration Chi Mu's pleading and the fact that he might become a senior official after overcoming this difficulty, handed him a relatively thick jacket and a large cup of hot water, which were of some use.

"That's all we have. Take advantage of it." The man smoked a hand-rolled cigarette, opened the door wider impatiently, and handed the things in.

Chi Mu grabbed the coat and water in his hands, thanked the other party lightly, and immediately returned to Chen Qian.

"Put on your coat first." He said to Chen Qian, whose eyes were beginning to become a little dazed, and spread out his coat and held it in front of and behind him.

"Yeah." Chen Qian was rarely obedient and listened quietly to Chi Mu's instructions. When asked to raise his right hand, he raised his right hand. When asked to switch to his left hand, he quickly followed suit.

Only after putting on his coat did Chi Mu feel a little relieved.

He watched Chen Qian wrapped in his coat, gulping down the hot water, and calculated Chi Yuxing's speed and the time it would take for the people outside to break in...

The next morning, the sunlight just started to shine into a corner of the warehouse.

A long sigh came from the cushions.

Chi Mu moved his hand that was placed on Chen Qian's forehead, and moved it along his cheek to his neck, feeling hot all the way.

He was only wearing a white vest as a base layer, and the cold made his hair stand on end. The shirt he originally wore outside had been changed into Chen Qian's last night.

"You still have a fever." He withdrew his hand, his eyes full of shame and worry.

He stared at Chen Qian's face, which was red and bruised from fever, and felt extremely anxious. However, he didn't know what to do to alleviate the current situation, so he could only worry.