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I'll look after you.
It is 2.30am, I am writing my essay and my boy is fussing over me endlessly.
"Is it too cold? I get you a jacket okay."
"I pour water for you to drink."
"Aiyoh so poor thing... you like a poor scholar." (WTH)
"Why are you coughing? I pour you warm water!"
My essay is crap, but I feel super happy and contented to be taken care of.
