The autumn sunshine is warm, casting mottled light and shadow through the half-yellow sycamore leaves in the courtyard.
Wang Haifei lazily sank into the lounge chair, covered with a thin blanket, his eyes half-closed, like a cat basking in the sun. The little maid Xiaocui next to him was carefully fanning him, not too hard, not too hard, just right.
Comfortable, really comfortable.
If I could lie like this until death, it would be considered a kind of perfection.
He was thinking this in his mind and didn't even bother to move his fingers.
"Third Young Master, it's time to drink the medicine." Xiao Cui came over with a bowl of dark medicine and reminded in a low voice.
Wang Haifei's brows furrowed slightly.
Here we go again, three times a day, even more punctual than eating. This thing is so painful that it can kill people, but you have to drink it every day. Pretending to be sick is also a technical job, and you must have professionalism.
"Leave it and drink it when it cools down later." He waved his hand feebly, not even bothering to open his eyes.
"But the doctor said that this medicine must be drunk while it's hot to be effective..." Xiaocui was a little embarrassed.
"Then wait until it cools down and then heat it up again. It won't be a problem." Wang Haifei's voice had a sickly hoarse sound, and he really sounded like a person who was about to die soon.
Xiaocui wanted to say something else, but a whirring sound of footsteps came from outside the yard, interrupting the conversation between the master and the servant.
