Due to his limited physical strength, He Ming certainly didn't do anything out of bounds, but he also tossed around in the blanket for a long time before falling asleep with Qi Han in his arms. Qi Han took a nap with him for a while, and only got up when the sun was about to set. After all, he coaxed He Ming into having a meal.

As a result, in the evening, the two of them couldn't sleep anymore.

He Ming regained some energy and opened his computer to receive emails, while Qi Han picked up a book and flipped through it. However, he was somewhat absent-minded and occasionally stopped to look at He Ming. After a while, he leaned over and probed his forehead, saying, "The fever has almost subsided."

"Well, I should be able to go to work tomorrow."

"So fast?" Qi Han was startled and said, "Will you be working too hard? Your health is important."

"It's okay, it's the weekend in two more days, it won't be too tiring."

"You don't need to work overtime this week?"

"There's no reason to work overtime every day?" He Ming reached out and took Qi Han's shoulder, kissing him on the cheek. "You should be free on Sunday, right? Let's go out for dinner, exercise in the morning, and go to the bookstore in the afternoon."

After arranging everything, his attention returned to the computer screen.

Qi Han showed a sudden realization expression and asked, "Can this be considered a date?"

"... not really."

"But you blushed."

"It's so noisy, shut up."

"Haha!"

He Ming did indeed wake up early the next day. Qi Han saw that his body had recovered and there was no signs of fatigue on his face, so he didn't say anything to stop him and simply let him go. In the next two days, he was particularly attentive to the dishes, carefully flipping through some recipes and putting in a lot of effort to stew and replenish the soup.

Of course, He Ming understood his thoughts. After taking a few sips, he suddenly asked, "Yesterday was goji berry and pig liver soup, and today is angelica beef soup. Do you think I'm not working hard enough in bed?"

Qi Han chuckled and said, "Yes, yes, so you must finish the soup."

He Ming nodded and buried his head while eating, saying, "Today I'm here to wash the dishes."

"Ah?" Qi Han widened his eyes for a moment, thinking he had heard the wrong thing. He understands He Ming's personality and knows that he is the kind of person who would rather order takeout every day than do household chores. How could he

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Under his gaze, He Ming turned his head somewhat unnaturally and said, "Now we live together, we can't leave everything to you. And you also hate cooking, don't you?"

Qi Han felt his heart skip a beat and said with a smile, "From now on, you'll be the one responsible for washing dishes."

He Ming widened his eyes and snorted coldly, "Take an inch to advance."

However, there was no verbal refusal.

Qi Han then laughed even more heartily, finished his dinner in a good mood, and couldn't wait to push He Ming into the kitchen.

He Ming indeed turned on the faucet and began to drain water, while asking, "Do you have any requirements for washing dishes?"

"No, just don't break my bowl."

Qi Han leaned half against the door frame, watching as he slowly rolled up his shirt sleeves and watched the splashing water wet his wrist. He felt that the scene was too unreal and couldn't help but be a bit distracted, with a seemingly absent sigh escaping from his mouth.

He Ming looked back at him and asked, "What's wrong?"

Qi Han shook his head and whispered, "It feels like he's dreaming."

After a pause, he asked with a whimsical expression, "By the way, will you be able to see Manager He washing his hands and making soup next time?"

"Fool," He Ming immediately cursed out loud, then gave him a glance and said, "Come here."

Qi Han walked over step by step, hugging He Ming's waist from behind, with his chin resting on his shoulder, and providing technical guidance while watching him wash dishes.

"Add more detergent... Yes, just rinse it with water..."

Originally, washing dishes was just a small matter that wouldn't take long to complete, but due to Qi Han's joining, it actually slowed down He Ming's movements, and the two even started chatting in the kitchen.

"Are you going to rest tomorrow?"

"Hmm."

"Where are we going for lunch?"

You decide.

"Then go to the nearby... Seafood City, right?"

"Okay."

While chatting vigorously, He Ming's phone suddenly rang.

He looked down at his wet hands and aligned with Han, saying, "Please help me answer the phone."

Qi Han then released his hands, took out his phone from He Ming's pocket, pressed the call button directly, and delivered it to his ear.

"Hello, who is that?"

"It's me."

On the other end of the phone, only two simple words came, but He Ming's body suddenly froze, and his hands, soaked in water, didn't know where to swing. This familiar voice, even if never dreamt of, has always been deeply imprinted in his memory and has never been forgotten. But why did he recall it at this time?

It seemed like a long time had passed, and it was only a brief moment. He Ming finally regained his voice and replied, "... it's you."

"Do you remember me?" The other person's tone was very light, with a strong smile. "It's been so long since we last contacted, I'm afraid you've forgotten everything."

He Ming couldn't laugh and said coldly, "It's only five years."

"Yeah, five years, things have changed."

"Do you have anything to do with me?"

"Well, I have good news for you. I have decided to come back from abroad. Come pick me up at the airport tomorrow morning at 10 o'clock."

"What?"

He Ming's heart skipped a beat, even his tone changed, but Qi Han next to him didn't notice anything unusual about him. He still helped him hold his phone and smiled, blinking at him. Seeing that he didn't react, he reached out and poked his cheek, deliberately teasing him.

He Ming felt some difficulty breathing, and in a daze, the person on the other end of the phone chuckled and said, "That's the decision. I have something else to do, hang up the phone first. Goodbye."

That person is still the same, self-centered like him. Once he decides something, he cannot tolerate others to refute it.

He Ming stood stiffly there, waiting for the other party to collect the thread, but only a moment of silence followed by a deliberately lowered voice: "He Ming, I miss you very much."