Ada immediately made it clear to you that your relationship would not be simple in any way. However, you can't make your heart stop loving. You are ready for anything, only if it means that your beloved will be with you, that she loves you in return.

With Wong, you lead a joint life, share the same bed and feelings. She doesn't always get to spend a lot of time with you, but she really tries. If all plans fall apart, Ada will definitely leave some kind of present before you wake up in order to lift your spoiled mood. Sometimes you still can't believe that a woman like her is really in love with you.

The sound of the alarm clock cuts through the peaceful silence of the bedroom, banishes the dream of Wong and yours. The blanket rustled, because your beloved is not used to lying in bed in the morning, unlike you. You lazily crawl around the bed, you can't understand why you feel unwell: you just didn't get enough sleep or you really got sick.

The whole apartment seemed to have woken up because of Ada, who had already taken a shower and started cooking breakfast. She usually didn't pull you out of bed, waiting for you to pull yourself together and finally start a new day. But today you didn't get up any longer than usual, and that alerted her.

The door to the room opened with a soft creak. You're curled up on the bed with your nose in the pillow. Even though you're wearing pajamas and covered with a blanket, you're still cold. Wong arched one eyebrow and after a couple of seconds, the mattress sagged under her weight. She leaned over you a little.

"Why haven't you gotten up yet?" a small voice sounded in my ear. "I'm cold," you mumble in a nasal tone. Her lips pressed against your forehead. "You have a fever," she confirmed. "I'll be fine, you can go about your business," you turned to face her. "No, no work while you're feeling like this," she said and pinched your nose. "Are there any other symptoms besides the temperature?" - Ada mentally already dragged the entire first—aid kit to your room.