An 80s female translator was spoiled rotten by a rough and jealous man.

Chapter 60 The Bizarre Soy Milk

Meng Youyou forced herself to stay awake and opened her eyes again. In the darkness, their eyes met, and they both saw each other's eyes.

"How did you get in?"

His voice was noticeably weak and feeble.

The man replied, "There's only a fifth floor here."

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"The first thing I'll do tomorrow is rush to Commander Wang's office and report you for climbing over the wall and breaking into the women's dormitory at night."

Meng Youyou tried her best to appear aggressive, but the effect was clearly less than satisfactory.

The man didn't seem to care much, and said in a nonchalant tone, "We'll talk about it when you can get out of bed unharmed tomorrow."

Meng Youyou turned her head away, closed her eyes, and ignored him.

The discomfort caused by the high fever made her sleep restless; her consciousness flickered like a candle flame, sometimes clear and sometimes confused.

Although my body was exhausted in that half-dreaming, half-awake state, my senses were unusually sharp due to the discomfort.

Several times she could clearly feel the warm towel on her head being removed, and a moment later a cool towel was gently placed on her head again.

This process was repeated countless times...

Occasionally, there would be touches of warm and cool palms, very light, but inevitably bringing a rough texture.

Meng Youyou learned for the first time that some people can even grow large calluses on the palms of their hands.

In the darkness, her eyes were tightly closed, but she could still unconsciously perceive subtle changes in light. The dark color covering her eyelids gradually faded... slowly... a faint golden hue spread out beneath her eyelashes.

Suddenly, a gentle, cool kiss landed on her forehead like a dragonfly skimming the water, and was gone in an instant. Immediately afterwards, a wet towel was placed on her forehead.

Meng Youyou's eyelashes trembled slightly, and in her drowsy state, she heard a soft rustling sound coming from the window.

It sounded like the rustling of clothes against the wall, or like someone carefully moving their feet on the windowsill, followed by the soft "click" of the window slowly closing. But... it was quite noticeable in the quiet morning.

Driven by an inexplicable and powerful instinct, Meng Youyou opened her eyes.

All that met her eyes was an empty room, completely deserted except for her.

I subconsciously turned my head to look at the windowsill. The windows were tightly closed without a single gap. Outside, the dawn was breaking, and the sky was turning a mesmerizing pale white.

A few strands of golden-red sunset light lingered on a slightly old low building across the street, giving the otherwise ordinary building a dreamlike quality amidst the interplay of light and shadow.

It was so captivating that it drew people's attention.

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After a good night's sleep, I felt much better. Although I still had some discomfort, I felt fine overall.

Meng Youyou does not intend to continue skipping work.

Autumn is almost over. Actually, the geographical location of Fanzhou City means that it won't be too cold even in winter, but Meng Youyou still obediently wore a slightly thicker coat to keep warm today.

Before she even stepped into the cafeteria, she could smell a strong aroma of ginger from a great distance.

Doubts arose in my mind.

As soon as she stepped into the cafeteria, the aroma became even stronger.

Upon closer inspection, wow! A huge bucket of brown sugar and ginger flavored soy milk!

In one corner of the canteen, a huge stainless steel bucket is steadily placed on the stove, its surface polished to a shine, reflecting the busy figures around it.

At this moment, the brown sugar and ginger soy milk in the bucket is bubbling continuously, with wisps of steam rising and intertwining in the air.

Wisps of white smoke continuously escaped from the mouth of the barrel.

Meng Youyou stared thoughtfully at the somewhat strange bucket of soy milk for a long time.