Sister, can I be a maid too?

"Big Brother, come on, it's time for your medicine..."

Lin Jianxia was truly impressed by this person; even when he was delirious from the fever, he could still come up with all sorts of strange ideas.

She helped Jiang Yubai lie down again, then took the wrung-out wet towel from Lin Tingwan and gently placed it on his forehead.

She silently stared at Jiang Yubai on the bed for a few seconds when her clothes were suddenly tugged at.

She turned her head and saw Lin Tingwan holding up a small notebook, looking at her intently.

Will Jiang Yubai get better?

"Yes, it's just a fever. I'll be fine after a day or two of rest." Lin Jianxia smiled. "Don't worry, Wanwan."

She paused, then said:

"By the way, Wanwan didn't sleep well last night either. He should go back and catch up on his sleep now. I'll stay here with him."

Lin Tingwan shook her head, which seemed to indicate that she intended to stay and guard the place together.

This time, however, Lin Jianxia didn't give in to her sister; she simply softened her voice:

"It won't make a difference if we wait a little longer. Jiang Yubai might need someone to take care of him tonight."

"Wanwan's task now is to rest well and recharge her energy so she can take over when her sister can't take it anymore, okay?"

Lin Tingwan turned to look at Jiang Yubai again, seemingly still hesitant, before finally nodding slightly and writing in her notebook:

"Call me if your sister is tired."

“No problem,” Lin Jianxia readily agreed, “I’ll call you when I’m tired.”

Watching Lin Tingwan walk out of the room, turning back to look at her every step of the way, Lin Jianxia smugly hummed to herself.

Silly Wanwan, how could I possibly be tired?

At most, it's just staying up all night, no big deal~

With this thought flashing through her mind, Lin Jianxia looked away and returned her gaze to the bed.

That's an idiot too.....

Yesterday she kept telling me and Wanwan to keep warm, but she herself got a fever first.

He kept saying he was fine, that he was fine, even though he was almost delirious from the fever and still being stubborn.

As she thought about it, her mood involuntarily dropped.

Actually... you didn't have to get sick, right?

If she hadn't twisted her ankle, Jiang Yubai wouldn't have rushed around searching for medicine, and then carefully applied it to her after finding it.

If he had taken a shower and changed clothes as soon as he got home...

Or perhaps, if they hadn't been in such a hurry to get back, they could have waited for the rain to let up before leaving, and maybe the school would have even sent a car to pick them up.

That way, I wouldn't have gotten so soaked and had to rush back in such a sorry state.

And... you should have finished that bowl of ginger soup last night.

Who told you to complain about how bad it tasted? Next time, I'll make sure you finish it, or I won't give you any food.

...Never mind, it's better to avoid a next time.

Lin Jianxia sighed softly, switched hands to support her chin, but her gaze unconsciously fell on Jiang Yubai's face.

He was breathing evenly, clearly fast asleep, though his face was pale and his cheeks had an unnatural flush.

"......"

She gazed at him, but her thoughts drifted away.

She had known this guy for more than two years in high school.

It was just a casual acquaintance, like a classmate whose name you could call out but with whom you had never interacted.

Jiang Yubai is a boy and the math class representative.

This is the impression I've given her over the past two years; even upon closer reflection, her appearance isn't very clear.

To her, everyone in the class was like that.

Until that sunny noon, in that corridor, that lazy, smiling voice rang out.

And then...

That seems to be it.

This idiot is lying here right now, in his room, and I've become his little maid, yet I don't feel a single bit wronged.

Because he's a good person.

Very good.

If I hadn't met him... what would I be like now?

She would probably secretly shed tears when her boss withheld her wages, but dare not make a sound because she was worried about her younger sister.

They might keep looking, find another demanding job, barely manage to pay the rent, and continue living a repetitive and bleak life.

On a rainy day, I would be extremely anxious and terrified, but I could only muster up the courage to rush into the rainy night.

They might return home exhausted and fall seriously ill; or they might twist their ankle halfway home, cry and cry in the alley, and finally limp home.

There was no younger sister whose eyes gradually brightened, and no more carefree, joyful times.

No one would chatter on the way to school, and there was no chicken leg being handed to them.

There was no grilled fish, no barbecue, no hot pot, and not even that elaborately patterned maid outfit she loved.

There were no draft notebooks being pushed towards me, no different snacks every day, and no more of his cheeky teasing.

If it weren't for him...

Thank goodness.

Thankfully, it's just a hypothetical.

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Lin Jianxia suddenly came to her senses and realized that she had unknowingly moved close to his bedside.

She subconsciously reached out and lightly touched his cheek with her fingertips, then hurriedly withdrew her hand as if she had been burned.

Jiang Yubai was still fast asleep, his breathing slow and deep.

Lin Jianxia looked at him, looking at him again and again, and her heart suddenly began to pound without warning.

Jiang Yubai...is he asleep?

Almost uncontrollably, she moved inch by inch...

They slowly moved closer.

Chapter 104 I was awake at the time.

Jiang Yubai had a very, very long dream.

The dream was bizarre and fantastical, fragmented and disjointed.

Soon he became a disciple of a sect who had just entered the martial arts world. As soon as he came down the mountain, he ran into Lin Jianxia, ​​the proud and aloof saintess of the righteous path.

Beside her stood Lin Tingwan, the enchanting Holy Maiden of the Demonic Sect—though she was speechless, her eyes seemed capable of captivating hearts.

Before he could figure out why the righteous and the evil were traveling together, the scene suddenly shattered.

In a daze, it seemed as if someone was calling his name.

He slowly opened his eyes, his whole body limp, his limbs powerless, and his ears ringing as if there was a thick barrier between them.

Someone helped him up and slowly fed him warm porridge. He couldn't see who it was, but he felt that the action was very careful.

He swallowed a few mouthfuls, lay back down, and his consciousness sank into chaos once more.

She didn't know if it was Lin Jianxia or Lin Tingwan who helped her up, poured her water and fed her porridge, and then she fell into a deep sleep again.

The next second, the impoverished man finally found a cheap rental room and met a landlord named Lin Jianxia.

He's a nice person, just a bit arrogant.

She was always accompanied by an extremely quiet girl named Lin Tingwan, who was just as beautiful as her sister, but never spoke a word.

For some reason, the two sisters suddenly put on exquisite and elaborate maid outfits, bowed obediently, and called him 'Master'.

Before he could even ask the two sisters to serve him tea and water, his dream suddenly shattered.

Sometimes it's a continuous fall, plunging into an endless darkness;

Sometimes it floats in illogical fragments, like a jumbled kaleidoscope.

The last scene in his memory was in a magnificent sanctuary, where it seemed as if an angel gently bent down and placed a cool and soft touch on his forehead.

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Jiang Yubai slowly opened his eyes, and in front of him was the familiar ceiling.

She blinked blankly, as if the soft touch still lingered on her skin.

He subconsciously raised his hand to touch his forehead, but only felt a slightly cool towel.

Slowly, consciousness returned to the body like a tide.

Oh right... I think I... have a fever.

Jiang Yu shook his head, feeling a dull ache deep in his head and a slight weakness in his limbs.

Looking up, I saw that the room was dark, as the lights were off.

The curtains were half-drawn, with only a beam of bright sunlight slanting in through the gap.

No, how long have I been asleep?

Didn't we have a typhoon before?

Jiang Yubai rubbed his face again, only then realizing that his throat was dry and sore.

I glanced instinctively at the head of the bed and saw a glass of water on the bedside table, which someone had placed there.