When he entered the house carrying a bag of things, Xie Baola had already moved to the sofa to lie down, covered by a blanket.
Chen Jiayan squatted next to the sofa, his gaze filled with concern as he looked at her, "Do you still feel very uncomfortable?"
Xie Baola leaned in to hug him, her upper body resting against him, "Hmm, I feel a bit unwell."
Chen Jiayan had bought fever-reducing medicine from the pharmacy and had fed it to Xie Baola. He also washed some fruit for her to eat.
The two of them lay together in that small corner of the sofa.
Chen Jiayan held her in his arms.
At this moment, neither of them had any romantic notions, just talking and chatting to pass the afternoon.
It was probably because Chen Jiayan had not returned to the office that his subordinate made a phone call to him.
Chen Jiayan answered, handled the call briefly, and then hung up.
Xie Baola looked up at him, catching sight of his sharp-jawed profile, which was very attractive.
