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.”

pharmacy across the street, Wen Changling got out of the car, waited for the pedestrian light to turn

back of 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,

bought some fever-reducing

home

medicine, Wen Changling had asked the pharmacist, the fever reducer could be taken before meals. She poured a cup of warm water for Xie

swallowed the pill, and lay back down on

sleep in the

a response, and got

sick, his pace

you when the

reported to the noodle shop punctually every

She nodded, “It’s passable.”

back and forth. She even stepped out

weren’t drawn, and for a time the setting

*****

“Xie Shang.”

“Xie Shang.”

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

had her hair tied up, with a chopstick stuck in

ready, do you want

Xie Shang sat up.

“Changling.”

“Hmm.”

it was the high fever that had made his voice hoarse, or just because he had just woken

Changling shook

he could still smell it. After

the sky

to do anything; she just sat in a chair in the courtyard, waiting for dinner. She was in the kitchen, serving dishes and porridge. She had also made a

stove that Wen Changling had left in a messy and dirty state, the faucet that hadn’t been turned off properly and was still dripping, the homely

Only—

vegetables, “How much salt did you put

“Not a lot.”

Wen Changling had

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

drank some

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

up, took Xie Shang’s bowl, and added another spoonful of egg and lean meat porridge to it, “If it’s too salty, just drink more porridge, then it

Xie Shang: “…”

was what Miss Wen meant by saying her cooking was

but not bad either. Wen Changling wasn’t picky about food; as long as it was cooked,

eating, Wen Changling 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 in the courtyard, watching

night sky was speckled with stars,

to touch Xie Shang’s head. Her palms were

“Do you want to go to

“No need.”

Shang didn’t feel like moving

for me a