Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

  Later on, she thought that maybe it was because after leaving this island she very possibly wouldn’t see him for the rest of her life. That was why she suddenly wanted to do something for him.

  “Take care of you? What kind of care are you referring to?” Upon hearing her words, Qi Yan’s used his slender fingers to support his temples as he asked.

  He still had a fever and that sinister-looking face of his looked rather flushed.

  His long and narrow, amorous eyes looked rather tired, but the gaze in them was still very indecent.

  The corner of his lips curled into a grin and he went on, “That’s true. You should really thank me properly. I took care of you every night and rarely had a good night’s rest. It feels as if my body has been emptied. I’m well-deserving of the status as the best model worker!”


  “…”


  A simple expression of gratitude towards him turned into something completely different in his eyes.

  She could not be bothered with him.

  She simply went forward to put away all the dishes on the table that had turned cold.

  She had just picked up a dish when her hand was smacked by him. “Don’t touch it, leave it!”


  “…”


  “These dishes were made for me. I haven’t eaten them, so where are you taking them away to?” Qi Yan took away the dish in her hand and placed it back on the table in front of him.

  He had just picked up his chopsticks and was about to eat when this time, Tan Bengbeng grabbed onto his hand and reminded him as she frowned, “It’s really turned cold.”


  “Oh, you can’t bear to see me eat cold food? Do you not hate me anymore? And perhaps, you’ve even developed some feelings for me?” Qi Yan blinked his amorous eyes and teased her in a devilish manner.

  “…”


  Tan Bengbeng looked at his frivolous attitude and instantly let go of his arm.

  She went to a corner to sit and did not care about his life and death.

  In any case, she was a doctor. Even if he had a stomach ache and started vomiting, she could still treat him.

  Moreover, given how he seemed a threat to people when he lived in this world, it might be a better thing if he died.

  Qi Yan picked up his chopsticks and started to enjoy the cold dishes on the table in a leisurely manner.

  Looking at how Tan Bengbeng continued to frown and looked as if she was controlling herself to not come forward to stop him, he suddenly asked, “Aren’t you curious about whether the food you made is good?”


  “…”


  Tan Bengbeng watched his expression. He looked as if he was up to something and instinctively avoided answering his question.

  She did not have much confidence in her culinary skills and never expected the food she made to be better than that produced by the automatic cooker.

  Even if the food she made was decent, with that annoying mouth of Qi Yan’s, he would not possibly say anything nice to please her. It would be good enough if he did not mock her.

  It was the best choice for her to stay silent at this time.

  But, even if she did not answer, it did not mean that Qi Yan would not reveal it himself.

  He picked up a piece of fish and placed it into his mouth, then narrowed his eyes and started to chew it slowly.

  That look of enjoyment on his face appeared as if he was tasting some luscious delicacy.

  Was it really that good?

  Tan Bengbeng suddenly sat upright and her heart was vaguely filled with some expectations.

  At the same time, she was perplexed.

  No matter how good the dishes were, how great could they possibly taste when they had turned cold?

  To the extent that he looked deeply immersed like he was in a dream?

  When her curiosity had reached its peak and she was almost on the verge of asking him how it tasted, Qi Yan finally opened his eyes.

  He raised his brows and looked at her, muttering, “The automatic cooker makes better food.”


  “…”


  She knew he couldn’t possibly say anything good about it.

  Tan Bengbeng felt enraged for some reason, and stood up from the chair and was about to turn to leave.

  She had just taken a step out when a whine sounded from behind her.

  She turned back and saw Qi Yan clutch onto his stomach and collapse in his wheelchair, complaining of a stomach ache.

  Tan Bengbeng hurriedly went forward to support him and asked, “How do you feel?”


  The next second, Qi Yan had already dug his head into her chest and replied, “I feel very comfortable now.”


  “…!!”