"Thirsty?"
Out of consideration for his limited mobility, Xiao Yu begrudgingly walked back over, supported his neck, and fed him water.
Because his throat felt uncomfortable, he drank very slowly. As she got closer, the smell from his body became indescribable. Despite wearing a mask and filthy cloth, the stench was quite overwhelming. She eagerly waited for him to finish drinking before quickly putting him down.
To her surprise, the man became even more demanding, "Hungry!"
After saying that, he felt an itch in his throat and then started to cough violently, scaring Xiao Yu into quickly jumping away.
"If you want to eat, you have to wait; we haven't made dinner yet. I'll brew some medicine for you now, and you'll have to drink it later. You're not allowed out of this shack until you're better, understand? I advise you, if you get both of us sick, then we'll all just die together."
