The next day, I was awakened by the aroma of congee.
I hadn't eaten for almost a day and was thirsty too.
Judging from the interior decoration, I was clearly in a man's home.
I could already guess where I was.
As soon as I tried to get up, everything around me spun, and I fell back onto the bed.
...
At that instant, Matteo walked through the door with a tray in his hand. On it was a bowl of congee and a side dish.
The moment he saw me get up, he immediately set the tray on the bedside table and held me. "Where do you want to go with such a high fever?"
Then he had me lean down on the bed and brought the congee towards me.
I wanted to pick the food up, but he stopped me. "The bowl is hot. I'll hold it for you."
I felt a little awkward and wanted to finish the congee as soon as pos
