I refused directly: "Ignore it. Just take a shower after taking care of it. I'm afraid of going to a bathhouse outside. It's a bit cold to wash it at home." The boss insisted: "It's okay. It's not cold to wash it at home."

Two days ago, the boss said to me, "Shall I give you a haircut? Your hair has grown long again." I refused directly: "Ignore it. After the haircut, you have to take a shower. I'm afraid of going to a bathhouse outside because it's a bit cold to wash at home." The boss insisted: "It's okay, it's not cold at home."

The boss was giving me a haircut, and when the scissors in his hand touched my forehead, I actually shivered. The head of the house smiled: "It's not the first time I'm giving you a haircut, what are you afraid of?" I also laughed: "I'm afraid of the cold, the scissors are too cold, and they're freezing me."

After taking a shower, I put on my pajamas, told my daughter, "You can cook dinner tonight," and hurried to my room. I felt a little cold and felt dizzy, so I covered my head and slept.

I don’t know how long I slept. My daughter came to ask me to eat, but I didn’t want to eat. My daughter lifted a corner of my quilt, nuzzled my face with her face, and said coquettishly: "Mom, get up and eat, can you try your daughter's cooking?" I said to my daughter: "You eat first, I will go back later."

Not long after, the head of the house came to ask me to eat again, but I still didn't want to get up. He touched my forehead with his hand, and then exclaimed loudly: "No, you have a fever!"

My daughter rushed over after hearing the sound and took a thermometer . Her father hurriedly said, "Hurry up and put on a mask." I wanted to laugh in my heart: I just got a little cold in the shower, why am I so nervous?

When the temperature was measured at 39 degrees, the daughter and her father quickly sprayed alcohol and took the antigen . The test result was negative. The daughter pulled off the mask on her face and breathed a long sigh of relief: "Oh my god, you scared me to death!" The boss told her, "It's better to be careful."

The boss gave me antipyretic medicine and asked me to drink it. I said just drink more hot water. The head of the house was unwilling: "What if I burn you to death?" After saying that, he handed me the medicine and watched me drink it.

The fever went away after I slept until midnight. The housekeeper poured some hot water for me. I drank it and said, "Tomorrow will be a good day..."

Before dawn, I started to have a fever again and my head hurt. It wasn't a whole headache, but a local throbbing pain. The manager also gave me , a heat-clearing and detoxifying drug, , for me to drink.

After lunch, my daughter asked me to take an antigen test again. The result showed two lines, and I was positive. The daughter hurriedly put on a mask and sprayed alcohol... The boss said with a wry smile: "We have persisted for so long, but we still didn't stick to the end.

I really can't figure it out. You didn't go anywhere, how did you get infected?" I felt a little guilty: "I went to the supermarket two days ago and bought a few packs of yeast." The boss complained to me: "You knew the boss lady was cheating, but you still went. I told you already. Tell me what you need at home and I will buy it for you." I felt a little aggrieved: "I was in a hurry, but you were not at home." The boss comforted me: "Let it go and just be your little foreigner. I will take care of everything."

Because I was corrupted by the "enemy", the boss had to "imprison" me, so I lived a "happy life" of being cared for.