I felt resentful. I had squeezed onto subways and eaten street food while studying abroad for over two years without a hitch, and I even had a nucleic acid test before entering the country. Who could have predicted this?
"Anyway, I'm sleeping on the couch. We need to keep our distance."
After saying that, I held my breath and quickly ran into the bedroom to pull out my suitcase.
I put on my down jacket, wrapped it tightly around me, and flopped down on the couch.
"Don't even think about it; the couch is mine!"
Brandon silently watched my series of actions and sighed.
He stood up, walked out of the bedroom, and approached me.
He drew closer, and I shouted at him, "Don't come over! I'm a giant virus factory right now!"
He ignored me and stood beside the couch, looking down at me.
I blinked.
"You sleep in the bedroom."
Before I could react, he bent down, reached out.
Before I could react, he effortlessly scooped me up, carrying me toward the bedroom.
……
I was like, what the hell?
If it weren't for the heavy down jacket I was wearing and the fact that we both had on N95 masks, this could have been a pretty romantic scene.
I wasn't sure if it was the fever or something else, but my heart was racing.