Lena had already driven the car to this side of the small building. She placed the food she brought on the coffee table and felt much more relieved when she saw Mr. H sleeping so well.
She gave the person a push and said, "Get up and have a meal, then go back to sleep. I will come over for the next three days. If you don't get at least ten hours of sleep every day, I will get angry."
His fever had already subsided, and he slowly got up.
Lena conscientiously turned away, "I won't look at you anymore, just turn on the small lamp beside you. We can't eat in the dark, after all."
He reached out one hand, grabbed hers, and bent down to turn on the small lamp.
The light of the small lamp was also very dim, but it was enough to illuminate the food.
He had to free one hand to hold her hand,
