His hands inched closer to her face as he continued to stare at her. He was tempted to caress her face. In a flash, he removed his hand that was on her face, noticing her readjust her sleeping position. His thought of admiration was cut short prematurely since Yang Zi woke up some minutes later.

The fully awoken Yang Zi instantly stood on her feet when she realised how ambiguous their current position was. She bent over to check his temperature once more after she regained her composure. ​​

“Thank goodness, your fever has gone. I will be back in a jiffy after I finish heating the porridge,” Yang Zi said calmly before she left with the porridge. That was the first time Yifeng saw her so calm and sober since she started working for him. They were never on good terms, so she was always hostile towards him.

In the course of waiting for her, Yifeng scrutinised the entire room. In the morning he didn’t even bother to inspect the room as he was in a hurry. Observing the room, his eyes met the sketchbook on the side table. Out of curiosity, he stretched his right hand and carried the book. Just when he was about to open the sketchbook, Yang Zi entered the room with the porridge. The first thing her eagle-like eyes caught was the sketchbook in Yifeng’s hand.

“Don’t touch my stuffs,” Yang Zi exclaimed as she quickly snatched away the book.

“You don’t have to get mad, I just wanted to check what it was. Are you into painting?” Yifeng asked curiously.

“Didn’t one of the rule states that I do not allow you to ask me personal questions?”, Yang Zi snapped back coldly. Yifeng did not want to see her mad, so he just kept quiet.

“Have your meal first before I give you your medications,” Yang Zi said as she handed the hot porridge to him. Yifeng who looked fine enough to eat on his own immediately faked being in pain when he heard he had to eat on his own.

“Why are you such a crybaby?” Yang Zi said as she sat aside him. Yang Zi reluctantly fed him when she saw him in pain. There was absolutely nothing she could do apart from cursing her luck for being the one he chose out of the million people he knew.

“Why do you even call yourself a man if you can’t even handle just one gunshot?”, Yang Zi said as she passed him the drugs and a glass of water after she finished feeding him.

“You sound as if you had been shot before and wouldn’t it look weird if I pretend as if I am not in pain?” Yifeng questioned as he stared at her suspiciously. Yifeng was smart and intelligent. Still, he could not help thinking that Yang Zi is not what everyone thinks she is. He still recalled that she was being chased by some scary-looking men the first time he met her.

“I really liked the state you were in earlier because you couldn’t ask me questions. Why is it that you are always curious about everything? Don’t you know that being inquisitive is bad? It exposes one-to-many dangers,” Yang Zi answered before she tucked him in.

“Does that imply that you have many secrets that you don’t want me to know?” Yifeng asked again. He knew very well that she would not answer the question.

“Seeing you spew so much nonsense, I guess you are Ok? I will sleep downstairs so press the alarm if you need anything,” Yang Zi said as she showed him where the alarm button was. She had made sure that she changed his bandage and fixed the alarm back when he was sleeping.

“You are not sleeping out today again?” Yifeng asked anxiously. He was worried that she might leave when he fell asleep like she did last night.

“How do you expect me to leave a sick person behind? I don’t have any choice but to sleep over since your condition is not stable yet,” Yang Zi answered as she walked away with the dishes.

“Thank you”, Yifeng replied, his words made Yang Zi stop walking. She turned back and glared at him before she went out, saying nothing. She did not forget to take her sketchbook with her as she went out. She knew he must be bored staying all alone in the room, so she came back fifteen minutes later to keep him company. Yifeng who was so eager to speak to her started a conversation after he rested for a bit.

“Miss Yang, I know that we are not friends just like you had always stated, but can you do me a favour?” Yifeng asked as he gently sat up straight on the bed.

“What favour?” Yang Zi asked calmly.

“I am very bored right now and I feel depressed which is obviously not healthy for a sick person like me so can you do me a favour by playing with me?” Yifeng asked meekly. He was so sure that she would say no to his request.