C24 (1/2)

By the time he got back to Kingone, it was already close to ten o'clock. There was a warm light on in the living room, and the servant had long since returned to the servants' room in the backyard to rest.

”Pah!” The crystal chandelier in the master bedroom suddenly opened and Jian Fan narrowed his eyes uncomfortably.

Ling Chen threw away his hand-made woolen coat and ripped open the buttons of his shirt. With a wretched smile, he asked, ”Darling, do you want to take a mandarin duck bath with me?”

”No.” Jian Fan decisively refused.

Ling Chen did not force him, and soon the sound of running water came from the bathroom.

”Buzz buzz …” Jean Fan collapsed on the sofa, pondering how he could persuade him to move back into the guest room. In the pocket of his discarded coat, a cell phone vibrated and caught her attention.

His cell phone must have many secrets.

In a flash, Jane Fan rushed to the bed, picked up his coat, and pulled out the cell phone that was still flashing on the screen.

It was a text message, and it didn't show the number: three o'clock tomorrow afternoon.

Just a few short words, what sort of agreement would it be to make someone not even dare to leave their number behind?

”Crunch.” The bathroom door opened, and Jane Fan quickly put her phone back in place. He sat on the edge of the bed and resumed his normal appearance.

”Go take a bath.” Ling Chen wiped off the dripping hair, his waist was loosely wrapped in a bath towel, the spring colors were alluring.

”I want to sleep in the guest room.” Jane Fan made his final struggle.

”Do you think I would agree?” Ling Chen raised her phoenix eyes, her exquisite face reflected in her dark pupils.

Jian Fan entered the bathroom and washed himself for a long time. Only when he was on the verge of fainting due to the steam did he reluctantly return to his bedroom.

Ling Chen lazily leaned against the headboard, looking at his phone.

Jane Fan sat at the head of the bed. Her white silk pajamas made her skin look like cream. She picked up the hair dryer and held the warm wind against her long, wet hair.

Ling Chen suddenly moved and said, ”Let me blow for you.”

”No need.” Jian Fan was on guard.

Ling Chen was a little angry. Ignoring her wet hair, he pulled her into his embrace and tightly hugged her.

”Let me go, the doctor says not for a month.” Jian Fan struggled in panic.

Ling Chen's breathing tightened, but did his best to hold it in as he said in a low voice: ”Don't move, just hold you like this.”

Jian Fan really didn't dare to move at all. He could only allow himself to sleep as he hugged him tightly for the entire night.

The next day, when Jane Fan opened his eyes, Ling Chen was still asleep. She moved her stiff neck and stayed in a position for too long, aching all over.

Before he woke up, Jane Fan gently took his hand away and went to touch his phone on the bedside table.

”Oh,” she said lazily and quickly retracted her hand. Ling Chen slowly opened his eyes, and his eyes were filled with desire and dissatisfaction. ”What time is it?”

”Eight o'clock.” Jane Fan looked at the wall clock.

Ling Chen sat up, stretching himself: ”Sleep a little more, I have something to take care of today. I'll eat with you when I get back tonight. ”

Were they preparing to meet in the afternoon? What was the purpose of a meeting?

Jian Fan's mind raced as he reached out to touch his forehead. With a pained expression, he said, ”My head hurts. I must be sleeping with my hair wet at night. I caught a cold.”

Ling Chen placed his hand on her forehead: ”It's indeed a little hot, I'll call you over later. You take some medicine and rest up. I'll come back as soon as I can. ”

”Yes.” With a rare docility, Jane Fan obediently snuggled into the blanket.

After Ling Chen left the house, he came over to treat her. Shrouded in a thick cotton cloak, Jane Fan went into the living room.

”Chen said you were sick. Where are you feeling unwell?” Shi Qian took out his stethoscope and thermometer. His warm eyes were always full of warmth that made people want to get close to him.

Jian Fan took the thermometer and stuffed it under his arm. ”I just have a headache. Maybe I caught a cold last night.”

”Why are you so careless?” He frowned slightly and had a bad association with him. ”Did Chen … did he do anything to you last night?”

”Nope.” Jane Fan's face instantly turned completely red. She did not want to bring up this embarrassing topic in front of him, ”It was caused by sleeping with wet hair last night.”

Shixiong burst into laughter, ”That's good. If you don't take good care of yourself, it will affect your ability to reproduce in the future.”

”Oh.” The child? She hadn't thought about it that far.

He carefully examined her body and found that she had recovered quite well in the past two days.

”What exactly does Ling Chen do? He's an arms smuggler, right? ” Jane met his eyes, trying to find the answer she wanted.

ShiQian paused for a moment. ”He's not. I'm not sure what he does, but I know he's not the bad guy you think he is.”