Me After Meeting You

Under her father’s burning gaze, Amber returned to her own room with a thin blanket in her hands. She was usually able to fall asleep quickly easily. Even after this whole mess, she had started feeling sleepy once she lay in bed and read a few pages from a random book.

When she woke up, it was already morning, and there was a decent amount of light peeking through the window. She had even momentarily forgotten that Ian was here. When she got out of bed to use the restroom, she saw him covered in a thick, thick quilt. His posture reminded her of a large silkworm in its cocoon, half sitting dazedly on the sofa. The sight caused her to freeze in her tracks, somewhat stupefied.

After quite a while, she finally reacted. Oh yeah, that happened last night. She walked over and asked, “Are you alright?”

Ian looked at her without speaking.

Amber noticed that Ian’s face was actually bright red. In fact, it looked like he had caught a cold. To properly diagnose him, she removed all of the chairs by the sofa, pushed aside the quilt, and put her hand to his forehead.

His temperature was indeed quite high. She then compared it to her own forehead before firmly asking, “Are you awake? Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?”

Ian just looked at her for some time before finally slowly uttering two sentences: “Where am I?” and “Did you lie on me the entire night last night?”

Amber was struck speechless. “….”

Although she knew that her parents wouldn’t be home at this time of day, she still turned around to confirm that their door was closed, before turning back and saying, “What nonsense are you spouting? The quilt was just probably too heavy for you.”

And then she answered his first question. “This is my mom’s place. I don’t know what happened to you last night, but you ran over here completely drenched. Then, you even fainted so I had no choice but to let you sleep here for the night.”

She asked again, “Do you feel unwell anywhere?”

As she said this, she noticed that Ian’s eyes slowly sobered up until they finally returned to their usual coldness.

There was a moment of silence before he replied, “My throat hurts.”

Amber was somewhat surprised because she didn’t expect that he would actually answer. Regardless, she quickly recovered and nodded in response. “Then you’ve probably caught a cold. Wait here a moment.” She went to go find a thermometer so that she could check his temperature.

Ian actually took it from her obediently, putting it in his mouth without complaint.

When Amber had finished washing up in the bathroom, he was still biting down on it. Amber smiled. “Alright, give it to me now.”

Ian gave her the thermometer and Amber looked at it 38 degrees Celsius. “You have a fever. Do you want to go to the hospital?”

He looked at her. “Aren’t you a doctor?”

She laughed at his simplistic response. “I don’t know how to treat a cold.”This is from NôvelDrama.Org.

His eyes drooped, and he didn’t say anything. His body language obviously showed that he didn’t want to go to the hospital.

As a doctor, Amber naturally had a medicine kit at home, with pills for common colds and headaches. Without any other option, she said, “Then I’ll try to help. However, if you don’t get better, then you can’t blame me.” When she came closer, she could clearly see his face and the eyelashes curling up from his eyes. At this moment. they were drooping, just like a quiet butterfly’s folded wings.

‘What was the point of a man having such long eyelashes?’ Amber sighed before saying, “Lift your head up.”

He lifted his head, still looking at her coolly with his chillingly frosty pupils.

She was actually somewhat at a loss for words. A moment later, she coughed dryly and said, “Open your mouth.”

He opened his mouth. Amber hesitated for a moment before she grasped his jaw, tilted his face back, and looked at his throat under the lamplight.

“Make an ‘Aaah’ sound.”

He did, a rare moment of cooperation.

“Yes, it seems that your throat’s slightly swollen.” When Amber finished examining his throat, she looked at his tongue, and then took his wrist and measured his pulse.

He looked at her, his eyes constantly following her hands. “You know how to do this too?”

As Amber carefully measured his pulse, she said, “I took a few classes while in university because I was curious.” She let go of him before giving her diagnosis. “From your symptoms, it seems like it’s a common cold. I have some medicine at home that you can try first. But if the symptoms persist, then I recommend that you go to the hospital.”

She got up, preparing to get him some medicine. However, Ian suddenly stretched out his hand and clutched her wrist tightly.

His hands were normally cold, but his palm was warm right now, which made her feel like if her skin had caught on fire.

She didn’t make a fuss or show any repulsion on her face, only turning back and looking at him with a neutral expression. “What is it?”

“Aren’t you going to ask why I came here looking for you?”

Amber actually didn’t want to ask, and she barely wanted to remember what had happened last night at all. Her current calm was entirely predicated on her pretending to not be aware of the rumors that were definitely spreading by now and her mental stance of viewing him as a patient.

From his expression, his answer definitely would not bring her any comfort.

When Ian saw that she wasn’t going to answer, he smiled and said, “It’s because I can’t control myself. I really want to have sex with you. These few days, it’s been a constant urge, during the whole day. Why am I like this?” He tugged at her wrist, his pupils dilated.

She heard him ask, “If I do something right now, would you resist?” in a refined and courteous manner completely unbefitting those words.