"Ahem, maknae, I'm sorry."

Zhang Bo scratched his shorts and smiled a little embarrassed and guilty.

"Sorry, maknae."

Zhuge Yun apologized simply. He was so anxious that he forgot that the youngest was still suffering from a high fever.

"Young maknae, let's have some porridge."

"The porridge won't taste good when it's cold."

Zhuge Yun pointed at the white porridge on the computer table and urged.

…

"Um."

Zhao Luzheng, who was finally liberated, stretched out his hands to pick up the porridge bowl, "Wait a minute." Xiao Xiao suddenly said, "Boss, help the youngest hold some bowls."

"It's okay, I can do it."

Perhaps the sight of the monster stimulated him. Zhao Luzheng felt that his energy was a little better, so he decided not to trouble others.

Even if one hand doesn't work, you should be able to hold the bowl with both hands, right?

But he overestimated himself.

Zhao Luzheng had just raised the bowl a little, but the strength in his hand couldn't help but loosen, and his weak fingers let the porridge bowl slip from his palm.

Just as the porridge bowl was about to tip over, a hand stretched out from the side to hold the porridge bowl firmly.

…

"Youngest, don't be brave when you're sick."

Zhang Bo rolled his eyes.

Zhao Luzheng smiled sheepishly. In his impression, he had never had such a severe cold.

All of a sudden, I felt a little uncomfortable with being a patient.

However, it’s okay to ask others to help you drink water.

It's very uncomfortable to ask for help when eating.

…

"Boss, put the bowl on the table."

"What are you doing? I'll hold you up and eat."

Zhang Bo said nonchalantly.

As the boss of the dormitory, his real age is one year older than everyone else, so he always takes care of a few people unconsciously.

Zhuge Yun always liked to quarrel with him, and Xiao Xiao was too calm. Only Zhao Luzheng made him feel like an elder brother. Naturally, he took more care of Zhao Luzheng.
Chapter completed!