“Oh…” He drank another cup but still winced at the sourness. “Do you want some?”
Lin Xiao Feng, sweating from the spicy hot pot, replied, “Pour me a cup.”
Before finishing their meal, Yu Bing Bing had already gone to the restroom twice. Lin Xiao Feng found it odd and asked, “Is your stomach upset?”
Yu Bing Bing frowned, seemingly in pain, but replied weakly, “No.”
Seeing his flushed face and sweat-covered forehead, Lin Xiao Feng reached out to touch him. “What’s wrong? Do you have a fever?”
“Don’t touch me!”
His harsh tone startled Lin Xiao Feng, and she pulled her hand back, annoyed. “Biting the hand that feeds you!” (This is a reference to the idiom "Dog biting Lü Dongbin," meaning someone mistaking kindness for ill intent.)
Yu Bing Bing groaned and rested his head heavily on the table. “Are you done eating yet?”
“What’s wrong?”
He slammed his head on the table again in frustration. “I want… to go home.”
“You need to use the bathroom again?” Lin Xiao Feng waved for the waiter while speaking. “We should go to the hospital. Waiter, the bill please!”
“No hospital…”
“Why not?”
Yu Bing Bing’s face turned redder than a boiled shrimp. “Just… not the hospital.”
After getting in the taxi, Lin Xiao Feng noticed his T-shirt was soaked with sweat and asked, “What exactly is wrong with you? We should really go to the hospital.”
“Home!”
Lin Xiao Feng kept quiet. She didn’t want to argue with a sick man, and besides, men are such pigs!
Pigs!
As soon as they got out of the taxi, Yu Bing Bing said, “I’ll head up first.” He shoved a hundred-yuan bill into the driver’s hand and, nearly gritting his teeth, told Lin Xiao Feng, “Call me when you get home. Be careful on your way.”
Lin Xiao Feng watched him stand there like an ant on a hot pan, drenched in sweat and looking like he had just stepped out of a steam bath. It was as if steam would rise from his head at any moment. She hesitated and offered, “Should I walk you upstairs?”
“No!”
He practically shouted, slammed the car door shut, and ran off.
The taxi driver glanced at Lin Xiao Feng through the rearview mirror and tried to console her. “Young lady, if you’ve had a fight with your boyfriend, you know, men need some coaxing too.”
Lin Xiao Feng felt nothing but grievance. What was this all about? He never remembered her birthday—fine, she’d given up on that—but today was just absurd. And he yelled at her!
Since she had met him, he’d never been this harsh.
The car had been driving for several minutes, but she was still debating whether to ask the driver to turn around. Something about Yu Bing Bing seemed really off today. Maybe she should check on him?
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