Freya blushed. She snapped, "Don't you know how to use your hands to check the temperature?"
"My hands are full. Even if my hands were free, they aren't clean.” Ryan smiled and shrugged his shoulders. "What's wrong?"
"... Nothing.”
Freya glared at Ryan awkwardly.
"What did I do wrong?" Ryan put on an innocent expression.
"... Next time, can you not check my temperature... that way?" Freya stuttered after being in a dilemma for a while."... That... is usually done... between couples only ... It's too intimate."
"You're saying that Rodney has checked your temperature like that before?" Ryan raised his eyebrows.
"No..."
"Did your ex-boyfriend do the same to you?"
"... He didn't either." Freya suddenly felt dejected after answering.
"How can you say that this can only be done between couples, then? You didn't even do this with your ex-
husband and ex-boyfriend.” Ryan laughed. "I really had no choice just now. I was afraid you'd think my hands were dirty.”
Freya went silent.
Fine. After talking for so long, it made her seem silly. "Do you feel better?” Ryan asked as he sliced onions. "I've gotten a lot better, but my throat still hurts a little." Freya looked at his slender fingers. "Thank you for last night. I didn't puke on you, right?”
"No. The doctor said you'll recover after resting for two days if you don't have a fever. Go and have a seat. I'm making chicken soup for you," Ryan said gently, “It'll b e done soon."
Upon hearing his words, Freya got really hungry.
She turned around and walked out.
In less than ten minutes, Ryan brought out two bowls o f chicken soup.
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