Falling in Love with Him at First Sight

I accidentally crossed into his country and couldn't believe they were all candy people.

He extended his arm and let me take a bite.

I looked at him suspiciously, hesitated, and then bit down.

It was really chocolate-flavored.

I stepped back and stared at him.

What's this, good enough to eat?

He said, "Do you believe me now?"

I said, "I don't believe it unless you let me take another bite."

He said, "Okay, where do you want to bite?"

I acted like a hooligan, hugged his neck, and took a bite of his lips.

Why isn't it strawberry flavor?

"Hiss!"

Brandon pushed me away.

"Did you take your temperature?"

I heard someone calling outside and opened my eyes drowsily.

Brandon was propped up above me, with flushed cheeks and wet lips, as if he had just been bitten.

What the hell? I thought.

Right now, I just wanted to explode on the spot, feeling ashamed and embarrassed.

He calmly got up and pulled my arm out from under the blanket.

The electronic thermometer beeped.

37.1°C.

He was left speechless.

I immediately said, "Listen to my explanation!"

He smiled, "Okay, explain yourself."

With him being so cooperative, I didn't know where to start.

The hotel staff was still waiting outside, Brandon glanced at me and then "shot" me in the forehead.

37.3°C.

He frowned and asked me, "Do you feel feverish or anything?"

I didn't react and just blurted out.

"Just my face feels a bit hot."

Thinking about the dream and my actions, I felt really embarrassed.

He paused, didn't say anything, and turned to put on a mask and talk to the staff at the door.

I saw that the tips of his ears were a bit red.

"It's a bit over 37 degrees, no other symptoms, probably just because I just woke up..."

He patiently explained to the staff.

I listened to the conversation outside, and scenes of him propped above me involuntarily floated in my mind.

But that was too much.

I couldn't help but bury my face in the pillow and kick excitedly.

Damn, Sarah Johnson, you're really something! I thought.

Right now, I felt a mix of excitement, shyness, embarrassment, and guilt, not to mention how complicated my feelings were.

Then Brandon came back and saw me having a fit on the bed.

He seemed to have chuckled softly and asked me, "Are you sure there are no symptoms?"

I immediately stopped moving like a dead fish.

"No."

"Okay, your nucleic acid test was negative yesterday, so there shouldn't be a problem."

After that, we both deliberately avoided what happened in the morning.

I thought we would just spend the next three days calmly and then go our separate ways.

Unexpectedly, on the third day, I started showing symptoms.

At first, I just felt a dry throat, thinking it was because the air conditioning had been on all the time; later, I started feeling dizzy.

The staff came to take my temperature, and it was 37.8, a slight fever.

The nucleic acid test results came out that night, and as expected, I tested positive.

And in the evening, the front desk called the bedroom's landline.

Brandon picked it up.

By then, I already had a hunch and kept my distance from him, always wearing a mask.

He listened quietly to the person on the other end and only responded with a "Hmm."

After hanging up the phone, he looked at me.

"You..."

Seeing that he was hesitating to speak, I understood.

I thought I was lucky, but I didn't expect that I would really fall into the "trap".