He is Lovestruck in the Revenge by Gu Nanxi

Chapter 79 - 79 078 The Lasting Scent of Perfume The Obedient Xie

Chapter 79: 078: The Lasting Scent of Perfume, The Obedient Xie Shang (First Update) Chapter 79: 078: The Lasting Scent of Perfume, The Obedient Xie Shang (First Update) She suddenly raised her hand and touched his forehead, she guessed right, “You have a fever.”

She had noticed it just now, Xie Shang seemed lethargic today, and even with the car’s air conditioner set so low, there was still sweat on his forehead.

Xie Shang used his own hand to check, “I do?”

“Yes.”

His fever was not mild.

The green light turned on, and the driver behind them was impatient, continuously honking to urge them on.

Xie Shang didn’t mind, lightly stepped on the gas pedal, and drove through the intersection very slowly.

Once they reached the other side, Wen Changling said, “Pull over to the side, I’ll drive.”

“Aren’t you afraid?”

Wen Changling was still not proficient at driving.

She saw that Xie Shang’s lips had lost some color, he must be feeling very uncomfortable, “It’s okay to drive slowly.”

Xie Shang pulled over and stopped the car.

The two of them switched places, Wen Changling fastened her seat belt, turned her head to look at Xie Shang, and waited for him to also buckle up before starting the car. Perhaps because of the fever, his movements were slower than usual.

“Let’s not eat out, let’s go home to eat.”

“Hmm,” Xie Shang adjusted his seat to recline.

Wen Changling drove carefully and asked Xie Shang, “Is it a side effect from that perfume?”

“No.”

Xie Shang had tested it during development, that bottle of perfume had no side effects. He wouldn’t keep something that did.

“Just a common cold,” he said.

“Are there any other symptoms besides the fever?”

“No,” Xie Shang reminded, “You need to change lanes.”

“Oh.”

They were about to turn right.

Wen Changling hastily reached for the turn signal, nearly reaching the solid line, and without waiting three seconds, she quickly changed lanes.

Xie Shang thought to himself that in the future, it’s better to have her drive less.

Along the way, Wen Changling stopped the car once.

She unbuckled her seat belt, “Wait for me in the car.”

“Where are you going?”

“To get medicine.”

street, Wen Changling got out of the car, waited for the

his seat, and didn’t feel much like moving. Outside the car window, it was busy with traffic, commuters in a hurry, and the street had numerous snack stalls, bustling and lively. The high fever made his reaction sluggish, his gaze dull, and as he stared in one direction, the shadows in his

Changling bought

home

fever reducer could be taken before meals. She poured a cup of warm

Shang took the water, swallowed the pill, and lay

sleep in

response, and got up

sick, his pace

when the meal

to the noodle shop punctually

She nodded, “It’s passable.”

Changling in the semi-open kitchen, bustling about, back and forth. She even stepped out once, carrying a chicken egg in each hand when

curtains weren’t drawn, and for a time the setting sun was somewhat blinding. Slowly,

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“Xie Shang.”

“Xie Shang.”

He shielded it with his hand, and Wen Changling’s face

up, with a

ready, do you want

Xie Shang sat up.

“Changling.”

“Hmm.”

made his voice hoarse, or just because he had just woken up, “Do you still smell

shook

Ningsu, he could still smell it. After

sky

the courtyard, waiting for dinner. She was in the kitchen, serving dishes and porridge. She had also made a soup—snow pear, apple, and brown sugar

dirty state, the faucet

Only—

vegetables, “How much

“Not a lot.”

Wen Changling

it herself, “It doesn’t taste salty.” She

drank some

vegetables were salty, “Oh, it must be that the salt didn’t get spread out evenly.” It wasn’t

spoonful of egg and lean meat porridge to it, “If it’s

Xie Shang: “…”

meant by

shredded potatoes didn’t have any major issues. They weren’t particularly tasty, but not bad either. Wen Changling wasn’t picky about food; as long

went to wash the dishes. Xie Shang offered to help, but she waved him off, saying it wasn’t necessary. Xie Shang lit a mosquito-repelling incense and placed it in the kitchen. He sat

sky was speckled with stars, and a gentle

hands and went over to touch Xie Shang’s head. Her palms were cool from just having washed them, and Xie Shang instinctively tilted his head to press

a bit feverish,” she said. “Do you want to

“No need.”

Shang didn’t feel like moving at

for me a