The Female Leads Truly Loves You - Chapter 182

Chapter 182: Hold it
Sam found the whole situation laughable.

He understood that in this world, too many people and events were filled with surprises, and that the world simply didn’t operate on clear-cut logic.

Those living in this world should know better than to expect their lives to remain calm indefinitely without changing their ways.

Those sudden, unexpected events, like a car that might hit you on the street at any moment—even if you follow all the traffic rules and don’t make any risky moves—death could still come knocking.

That’s just the way it is.

So, you have to accept whatever surprises come your way.

But at this moment, Sam felt a sense of absurdity.

It shouldn’t be like this.

At least, such things shouldn’t happen to Sophie, right?

Because it made no sense, because Sam knew so little about her, he didn’t even know if she was the female lead of this world.

Although Sam thought it unlikely that anything bad would happen to her, that she wouldn’t suddenly contract a terminal illness like in those melodramatic Korean dramas, as if the plot couldn’t advance without some life-or-death separation.

Sam didn’t need any profound lessons to grow.

Although he didn’t believe it… if it really happened, Sam felt he would be deeply affected.

Even if it seemed there was only a one in ten thousand chance… Sam couldn’t help but feel a bit anxious.

He practically ran out of the school and quickly hailed a taxi.

Of course, he knew where she lived; even though he had been to Sophie’s place only once, his memory, now superhuman, led him unerringly to her apartment.

He got out of the taxi swiftly and then hurried upstairs.

The sunlight outside gradually shifted towards the hues of the setting sun.

The brilliant gold turned to a burnt orange, but Sam had no time to admire such beauty. He moved swiftly, arriving at the quiet, deserted corridor, and then stood before that particular door.

“Ding-dong~~~”

Sam stood at the doorway, his expression devoid of a smile, not overtly anxious, but his gaze fixed intently on the door.

Open the door…

Open the door…

“Ding-dong~~~~!”

Sam pressed the doorbell again.

The silent door, like a mute reminder, seemed to have a clock tied to the ringing of the bell, ticking away, and with each passing second, the foreboding in his heart grew more unsettling.

He really hated waiting.

It was always the case, not just because of this moment, not just because it was Sophie…

But why on earth was there no response from this damned door?

“Creak.”

It opened?

Sam was momentarily stunned, then saw the door crack open wider.

A face peeked out from inside.

Cheeks slightly flushed, eyes weary, hair tied back, a fever patch clearly stuck on her forehead…

He was so used to the girl’s usual style that this unexpectedly candid appearance caught Sam off guard…

But she was still pretty.

“Sam… what are you doing running to my place and ringing the doorbell… Didn’t you know I was sleeping?”

Her voice was somewhat hoarse, lacking the usual cool and pleasant tone, now like a desolate desert, it sounded inexplicably heart-wrenching.

Sam, however, had no time to be moved by these things.

He frowned as he looked at her, his eyes scrutinizing.

Sophie’s condition didn’t seem great, but it didn’t seem too bad either.

And she could still answer the door…

What on earth was Isabella up to!

“Are you sick?” Sam pondered for a moment before asking.

Sophie couldn’t figure out why Sam had come over at this time, and she said with some irritation, “What are you doing suddenly showing up at my place? I’m just feeling a bit under the weather…”

“Not dying, are you?”

“???”

Sophie was indeed feeling unwell, but at that moment, she couldn’t help but stare at Sam with wide eyes.

Sam thought for a moment and said, “I mean… you’re sure it’s not some incurable disease, or complications from cancer or something?”

Instantly, Sophie’s face heated up rapidly. It was already somewhat red today, but now it was like a red apple. One thing was for sure, this was definitely not embarrassment, but ninety-nine percent pure fury!

“Get out!”

After saying that, she tried to close the door.

Sam immediately blocked the door with his body, smiling as he stopped her action.

“Just kidding, are you running a fever?”

Sophie indeed had no strength at the moment, and the effort to close the door had drained her, making her head feel dizzy. Her chest was heaving dramatically, her heartbeat seemingly accelerating.

“Mind your own business…”

Sophie no longer had her usual commanding presence. Now, saying these words, she sounded like a petulant cat, soft and weak.

Sam remembered something and picked up the paper bag in his hand.

“What’s this for then?”

Sophie replied irritably, “Your stuff and you’re asking me?”

Sam looked at her, puzzled.

“This is from Isabella. She told me to bring it to you and insisted that I wait to open it until I saw you…”

“What is it?”

Sophie looked at him curiously, not noticing that as she took a step back, Sam had taken the opportunity to squeeze into her room.

Then, standing at the doorway, he opened the paper bag in his hand.

And saw…

“Cold medicines?”

Sam’s expression was a mix of odd and amused, as if he were someone whose feelings had been toyed with.

Sophie seemed to have realized something by now. She wasn’t a fool, and though she was sick, her brain wasn’t fried.

She could barely suppress a chuckle.

“I did tell Isabella that I was sick today, couldn’t go to school, and wouldn’t be able to attend the club activities…”

Sam shook the paper bag in his hand.

“So she sent you to deliver medicine to me? What am I, a messenger?”

Sophie couldn’t help but curl the corners of her mouth into a smile.

“What’s it got to do with me? It’s not like I asked you to come.”

After saying that, she reached out her hand.

“What for?”

Sam looked at her.

Sophie said matter-of-factly.

“The cold medicines, what else? You planning on taking it?”

Sam’s face was stern.

“Just handing it over like that, I feel a bit reluctant. I’m the one who’s been duped here.”

“How did she dupe you?”

“Isabella put on a grave face in the classroom and said something about you wanting to see me one last time, then asked me to bring this over. I thought it was some kind of memento…”

“So you really thought I was dying?” Sophie said, annoyed.

Sam shrugged.

“What else was I supposed to think? Blame Isabella. She insisted on saying it that way. I thought you suddenly got some terminal illness and were about to die.”

Sophie was more than a little angry.

“She’s really something, cursing me like that… and you!”

“Me? I didn’t curse you.”

Sam replied as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

And Sophie, with a slightly hoarse voice, lectured Sam.

“Use your brain and think about it. If I had a terminal illness, would I still insist on going to school? And haven’t you seen me recently? Do I look like someone with a terminal illness? Besides, even if I did, do you think I’d keep it to myself and not tell you guys?”

Sam blinked.

“How should I know? I thought maybe it was one of those situations… where even if you had a terminal illness, you planned to die quietly on your own, not telling anyone, keeping us all living in the bliss of ignorance…”

“Just drop dead! You’ve been watching too much anime!”

Sophie said irritably, and seeing that Sam had no intention of leaving, she didn’t bother to send him away. Instead, she sat on the sofa, sulking and hugging a pillow.

Today, Sophie was dressed in layers upon layers of clothing.

The weather, in fact, wasn’t particularly cold, even though autumn was fast approaching. The temperature was still hovering around thirty degrees Celsius, not having plummeted yet. But there Sophie was, her upper body swathed in a long sweatshirt, while her legs were covered in a pair of cute pink pajama pants.

It looked a bit odd, but that’s how it goes when you’re sick—you inexplicably feel chilly.

Watching Sophie sit on the couch clutching a pillow, Sam didn’t approach her but instead glanced around the room.

“Where’s the kettle?”

Sophie lazily lifted her eyes to look at him.

“What do you need that for?”

“To boil water for you, how else are you going to make the medicine?”

“I can do it myself, I don’t need your charity.”

Sam chuckled.

“I’m offering to help you. Can’t you at least show a little gratitude? Say ‘thank you’ or something?”

Sophie snorted lightly.

“How do I know if you’re brewing medicine or poison?”

“Then just pretend I’m poisoning you.”

“I’m not drinking anything you make.”

“If you don’t take your medicine, when will you get better?”

Sam found the kettle. Despite their usual bickering, Sophie felt oddly better after a few exchanges with Sam, as if her gloomy mood had lifted significantly, though she couldn’t pinpoint why.

She watched Sam bustling about.

After the water boiled, he found a cup, prepared a dose of medicine, and checked the instructions on several boxes of capsules.

Then he laid everything out in front of her.

“Take three of these now, and three more before you go to bed tonight. Then drink this mixture.”

Sophie’s cheeks flushed as she looked at Sam.

“I’m not a child… I don’t need your reminders.”

Sam said with a laugh.

“Not a child, and yet you catch a cold so easily?”

Sophie picked up the cup from the table; it was hot. She opened her mouth slightly and gently blew on the steam rising from the surface.

“It’s because it rained the other day… And who says only children catch colds? You talk as if you’ve never had one.”

Sam really wanted to say that his body was incredibly robust now, and with his self-healing ability, it was indeed difficult for him to fall ill.

But he just shrugged it off with an indifferent smile.

“Stop being stubborn if you’re sick. Has the fever gone down?”

Sophie seemed unaccustomed to this kind of tender care.

Especially when she saw that he had even prepared tissues in advance and placed them nearby, she couldn’t help feeling a bit awkward.

Her cheeks seemed to grow even hotter, and she dared not look at Sam’s handsome face.

“Almost… I don’t know.”

“Where’s your thermometer?”

“I’ve already checked.”

“You need to check several times to know your condition at all times. If it doesn’t go down, you should go straight to the hospital. Don’t you know that?”

Sam spoke as if it were a matter of course, and he had already spotted the simple first-aid kit under the table. Upon opening it, he saw the thermometer and nothing else, just band-aids and alcohol swabs.

Sam first shook the thermometer down below thirty-five degrees, then disinfected one end with alcohol.

Then he approached Sophie.

Sophie glared at Sam.

“What are you doing?”

Sam replied.

“Drink your medicine quickly, then I’ll take your temperature.”

The thought of holding a thermometer in her mouth in front of Sam made Sophie feel inexplicably embarrassed and ashamed.

She immediately shook her head.

“I don’t want to… I can do it myself, just leave it there!”

“I’ve already disinfected it for you, hurry up and don’t waste time.”

“I won’t!”

“Then I’ll just put it under your armpit.”

He said, reaching towards Sophie’s armpit.

Instantly, Sophia became somewhat nervous.

“I’ll drink it, just stop messing around!”

Joking.

How could a girl’s armpit be touched so casually?

“Then drink up quickly.”

Sam wasn’t really going to do it; he was just scaring her a bit.

After Sophie drank the medicine in front of him, Sam picked up the thermometer, looked at Sophie, and smiled.

“Open your mouth.”

Sophie was taken aback.

“What kind of prank is this?”

“Otherwise, how do I know if you’re really checking? What if you’re deceiving me?”

Sam’s tone was one of righteous indignation.

Sophie’s cheeks were flushed with color.

What on earth is Sam trying to do? Isn’t this really weird?

“Why would I lie to you? I can check it myself.”

“Hurry up, open your mouth. Once the thermometer is in and I’ve seen the temperature, I’ll leave. You think I have nothing better to do? Hurry up, or I’m not going anywhere.”

“You’re really overdoing it!”

“Stop talking, just do it.”

Sam’s words left Sophie with no choice.

She looked into Sam’s eyes with a flushed face, his gaze firm, leaving her no room to maneuver.

His determination was clear in his eyes.

Helplessly, Sophie slightly parted her red lips.

Her eyes involuntarily squinted, though she didn’t know what this gesture specifically meant.

But she felt an inexplicable sense of shame, the intense shyness almost bursting forth.

And Sam, holding the thermometer, reached forward.

Towards her slightly parted lips.

“Open a little wider… you need to hold it under your tongue.”

“Ah…”

The bashful Sophie complied; at this point, what choice did she have?

She revealed her pearly white teeth, neat and orderly, and her restless little tongue that seemed to have no proper place to settle.

Especially cute… it looked inexplicably appealing.

Suddenly, Sam thought, if what he was holding wasn’t a thermometer, but his own cock… Could there be such a day?

He calmed himself down, steadying his mind.

Then he gently inserted the thermometer into her mouth, under her tongue…

Sophie couldn’t help but open her eyes.

And she saw before her a youth with a somewhat strange look in his eyes, seemingly radiating an unprecedented heat.

He was staring at her.

In a low, magnetic voice, he said.

“Hold it.”