Chapter 5 About to leave, wearing the moon and seeing the stars. I want to talk but stop talking and have no sleep.

When An Ji woke up, the room was completely bright. He grabbed his cell phone and saw a '9', and his whole body jumped up.

Rubbing his temples, An Ji felt dizzy and his eyelids hurt.

"Are you awake?" An Jianing must have heard the noise here, and came over from the kitchen with a bowl of millet porridge, "Do you want to eat?"

"No, it's too late..." One shoe had already been put on, and the soreness between his brows made An Ji unable to open his eyes, so he had to hold on to the shoe cabinet on the side to calm down.

"Not touching your hands?"

The large lacquer cabinet with a wooden body is inlaid with jade carvings, which is very beautiful. An Jianing bought it home because the gold-painted hand-painted on it was so elegant, but now he is not in the mood to appreciate it, and is only worried about his daughter's health.

Just after returning home, An Jianing saw something wrong with her daughter's face. Her mother asked her to cook the millet porridge. She suffered from heat stroke and cold. As expected, An Ji still had a cold...

"Huh?" Sensing the teasing tone in his father's tone, An Ji felt his head swell up even more and his ears felt hot. He must have had a fever.

When he came back to his senses and saw the red mark on the heel of his palm, An Ji felt itchy, so he rubbed it to smooth it out, then waved his hand: "Oh, it's okay."

"Where are you going so late?" He Yanqing heard the sound and walked out of the room. He could tell what was going on with An Ji at just one glance. He was worried in his heart, but he still couldn't forgive him, "I have a cold and I don't know how to call him."

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An Ji was in a daze at the moment. All he knew was that his mother gave his father a wink, and the latter stumbled into the bathroom and brought out a foot soaking bucket with wooden hoops.

"You have to go out this late at night. I'm afraid you've recovered from your cold, right?"

"It's not now..." Looking up and looking at the stars outside the kitchen window, An Ji was shocked to realize that it was still night, "Oh... then I'll go back to sleep."

He was so dizzy that he had to get up to go to the factory tomorrow. An Ji wished he could have an intimate encounter with the bed without even changing his clothes.

"Soak your feet before going to bed."

The confusion in his eyes and the flushing from his ears to his cheeks all revealed An Ji's current state. It's no wonder that An Ji took his time to sit in front of the foot bath and had to serve like a father to fetch water...

"Tell me about you, don't you know that your body is weak since you were a child? When you were a child, you could catch a cold if you blew a little bit of wind, and you would get angry if you ate too much!"

"Yeah." An Ji didn't want to be perfunctory, but the cold was so annoying that she didn't even want to open her eyes now, let alone move her mouth to explain something to her mother.

"It's raining and you don't know how to go home quickly?"

"Um……"

The more He Yanqing thought about it, the more worried he became. He was getting more and more angry. If An Ji hadn't been ill now, he would have been nagging even more: "You were arguing with me when I hugged you, and you were leaning against the window to blow the cold wind..."

The latter really didn't want to explain at all now. One cold and one hot. The summer heat plus the wind and cold made An Ji's ears buzz a little: "I... um."

"Don't go there tomorrow, wait until I get back from get off work and have a good talk." He Yanqing knew that his daughter couldn't listen to anything when she was uncomfortable, so she simply didn't say anything, turned around and started looking for a herbal bag for soaking her feet.

"no!"

The words "Don't go" coincidentally hit An Ji's switch. Regardless of whether he felt comfortable or not, he frowned and said, "I have to go! If I don't go..."

"We'll talk about it tomorrow. Let's talk about it tomorrow. Let's bring down the fever first."

Seeing that the mother and daughter were about to quarrel over this matter again, An Jianing quickly stepped forward to mediate.

Every time this happened, the mother and daughter never stopped. Even if they were fine a second ago, they would ignore each other.

An Jianing, who had no right to speak, was caught in the middle, anxious and annoyed...
Chapter completed!