Perhaps too many things have happened recently.

I slept until the afternoon.

There was a faint scent of him in the quilt.

There were a bunch of clothes in the shopping bag at the head of the bed.

He didn't know my size, so there were several different sizes of the same clothes.

I finished changing clothes, and he happened to come back.

He was holding a cup of hot water.

He placed his hand on my forehead and pondered for a moment, "Luckily, you don't have a fever."

I took the hot water and took a sip.

"You didn't eat lunch, we'll eat first before going to class."

"Not hungry."

"Even if you're not hungry, you still have to eat."

"No."

Qi Jing frowned, "Xie Fan, I'm not negotiating with you."

I put down the cup, "Young Master, you're meddling too much."

"If you really feel guilty, you can give me money."

"No need for a meal, with this time, you might as well do more homework. Every time I receive homework from you, I have to copy it on the spot."

He sneered, "I don't need to do homework at all."

"Yes, yes, you don't need to worry about not studying. I have to worry, don't delay my studies, okay?"

I pushed open the door and returned to the classroom.

Qi Jing didn't follow.

I didn't see him in the afternoon class, and he wasn't there for evening self-study.

I saw him again the next day.

He acted as if nothing had happened, as if nothing had ever occurred.