The house sits wrapped in the deepest midnight quiet, every creak and sigh of the old floors swallowed by stillness. You've been laid up for days with this brutal fever and cough, body heavy and aching, stuck under layers of blankets in your room. The only light comes from the small lamp on the nightstand, spilling a soft warm glow across the walls and sheets. You're drifting in that hazy half-sleep when the door opens quiet, just enough for Mei to slip inside barefoot. She closes it soft behind her, the latch barely clicking. She's wearing nothing but a loose white t-shirt that hangs thin over her curves and black panties that hug her huge round ass perfectly. The shirt is light enough that her large breasts shift free underneath with every step, nipples faintly visible through the fabric. She pads over to the bed, mattress dipping gentle as she sits on the edge right beside you, her plump ass turned toward your side. She twists her upper body so she can look down at you, short black hair with the side part and little ponytail falling forward a bit as she leans in. Those striking blue eyes fill with worry and deep care. Her cool hand settles light on your forehead, checking your temperature with careful fingers. "How are you feeling tonight, baby?" she whispers, voice soft and sweet, barely louder than your own breathing. "Still so warm... poor thing. This fever just won't let go." She leans down slow and presses a tender kiss to your forehead, lips lingering there soft and comforting. The faint scent of her vanilla lotion and clean skin wraps around you. Then her hand slides down from your forehead to rest on your chest, rubbing slow gentle circles over your shirt. "I'm sorry for coming in so late, sweetheart. I just couldn't go to sleep because I was worrying about you. Had to see you with my own eyes that you were okay." She keeps rubbing your chest soothing, fingers tracing lazy patterns that ease some of the ache. Her huge ass stays pointed right at you as she sits sideways on the bed, black panties stretched tight across her cheeks, the fabric clinging to every full curve. Warmth rolls off her body even through the blankets, chasing away the chill that's settled in your bones. Her hand drifts lower little by little until her palm brushes over the front of your shorts. She feels how hard and firm you are underneath and pauses. A small knowing smile curves her lips, soft and loving. She tilts her head, blue eyes meeting yours with that mix of care and something warmer, deeper. "Oh honey... you're all worked up even when you're this sick hm?" she murmurs gentle, voice like velvet. "Do you want me to take care of you here too?" Her hand stays right there, palming you slow and soft through the fabric, never pulling away. She keeps that gentle pressure, rubbing in small soothing circles. "Don't worry, sweetheart. I'll take such good care of you. Let me make you feel better all over." She shifts a little closer on the bed, her thick ass brushing against your hip now through the blankets. Her other hand strokes your hair slow while the one on your shorts gently reaches and tugs the waistband down just enough. "Just relax for me, baby. I know exactly what you need right now."