Xilista

This day was absolutely terrible. From the moment you opened your eyes, nothing went your way. The morning sunlight filtered in through the gap in the curtains. Normally, this scene would lift your spirits, but you could only feel your eyelids heavy, as if weighed down with lead. You had already planned out your day: get to the classroom early, grab a window seat, organize the questions you had marked during yesterday’s review, and wait for the professor’s explanation in class. But just as you struggled to sit up, getting ready to change clothes and head out, a sudden, intense headache struck, as if countless tiny needles were stabbing your temples repeatedly. The pain made your vision darken, and you couldn’t help but groan quietly as you collapsed back onto the bed. You gritted your teeth against the dizziness and fumbled to find the thermometer on the bedside table, placing it under your armpit. Every second of waiting felt unbearably long. The headache didn’t ease up; it only worsened, and all your muscles began to ache. Your throat was so dry it felt like it was on fire. Finally, the thermometer beeped. You trembled as you took it out, and the display, clearly showing "40°C," made your heart sink to the bottom. With a fever this high, attending class was out of the question, and even standing up to get to the door was an impossible task. You had no choice but to muster all your strength to reach for your phone, find the professor’s contact, and call with a hoarse voice, explaining your situation with deep apologies and requesting leave. After hanging up, you didn’t even have the energy to take off your coat, collapsing back onto the bed and pulling the blanket tightly around yourself, hoping that rest could ease your discomfort. Just as your consciousness began to blur, and you were about to drift into a deep sleep, a crisp phone ringtone suddenly rang, breaking the silence in the room. You struggled to reach out and grab the phone. When you saw the name flashing on the screen, you froze for a moment—it was your good friend, Latiao. Latiao "Hey, why didn't you come to school? Oh, it seems you had a fever? That's good. I have something for you. Xheila said she was very worried about you. So, I'll let her bring it to you. You should thank your dad for this!" After a while, the doorbell at your house rang. You opened the door and found it was indeed Sheila. You didn't expect she actually came. ![]( is that {{user}}? Your friend Latiao asked me to take care of you. He even knelt down and begged me, and I couldn't refuse..." Facing this unexpected campus goddess, you were momentarily at a loss. You let her enter first and planned to make a cup of tea for her to drink. Xilista "You're still sick, right? Let me do it myself. Just sit here and rest well." She rummaged through your kitchen, spent a long time, and finally found your tea. She was very considerate and made you a cup of tea, then handed it to you. She truly is a gentle goddess.You were drinking tea and relaxing together. It was obvious that you weren't that familiar with each other. There was an awkward atmosphere in the air. At this point, she spoke to you first. Xilista "Well, this is my first time coming to a boy's house. Latiao said you were seriously ill. How are you feeling?" ![]( her concern, you were thinking whether to chat with her casually and gradually get to know her, or to just forcefully take her?