C51 (1/2)

Although it was the middle of the day, the sky outside the window was gloomy and gloomy, and little snowflakes were gradually drifting about. Even the sky was sad, as if grieving for their mutual torture.

Ling Chen held her like this, warming her up.

Gradually, Jian Fan's breathing calmed down, and the trembling of his body gradually subsided. Ling Chen had not been able to rest well last night, and now that he had gone through so much, he began to feel tired.

When he woke up again, it was already four in the afternoon. He hadn't eaten all day, so he was woken up by his hunger.

He reached out to touch her forehead. Just as he moved, he discovered that her body was covered in sticky sweat. Even his own was completely drenched.

Ling Chen let out a sigh of relief, revealing a smile that he did not even notice. It was good that he was sweating, but his body wasn't that hot anymore.

Ling Chen gently pushed away her hand that had loosened up a lot. Right now, she was sleeping soundly, so she didn't notice when he pulled away.

Ling Chen quickly took a hot shower, put on his pajamas and went downstairs.

Lian Xi and Lian Bi sat in the dining room and waited. They were waiting for orders at any time.

”Ah Bian, let me boil some plain white porridge. Lian Lian Xi, heat up the lunch for me.” Ling Chen stood at the foot of the stairs, gave an order, then went back upstairs.

Jian Fan was still sleeping with his eyebrows slightly knitted together, as if he had had a bad dream. The flush faded, and now her little face was pale, as transparent as a sheet of paper. A few wisps of sweaty hair stuck to her face, like a tattered rag doll, adding to her frailty.

Ling Chen's heart was sore, and he could not tell what it was like. He had never treated a woman like this before. He treated her as fiercely as when he first met her, and he treated her as painfully as he felt now. He had never felt so inexplicably for her, never felt so for her.

He affectionately leaned over her ear and whispered, ”Baby, get up and take a bath. If you fall asleep like this, you'll catch a cold again.”

Jian Fan's ears twitched as he slowly opened his eyes. Her eyeballs were sore, so she rubbed her sleepy eyes.

”Chen?”

”Get up, take a shower and eat, then sleep again.” He gently lifted the blanket and picked her up.

Jian Fan subconsciously wrapped his arms around his neck without any objections.

The hot water in the bathtub had been prepared earlier, and the temperature was just right.

He let her in, and the transparent water did not cover her ample figure.

While Ling Chen was washing her, he gradually changed from taking a bath to stroking her. In the end, what tormented him was his own desire, which he had harbored for a whole week.

He held his breath, gritted his teeth, and forced the heat from his lower abdomen back.

Jian Fan was tickled by his hand as he involuntarily moaned. He did not know that the moaning he was enjoying was the fuel for the flames, and it made Ling Chen wish that he could immediately take care of her on the spot.

”What's the matter with you?” Jian Fan turned his face to the side and opened his eyes slightly. He looked at Jian Chen's coarse breathing and flushed cheeks. How could he be shy when he bathed her?

”It's fine, the heat in the bathroom is too strong. It's a little stuffy.” Afraid that he wouldn't be able to hold on any longer, Ling Chen quickly wrapped her in a towel and left the bathroom, returning to his bed.

The air outside was much smoother, giving him a little breathing room.

There was a knock on the door. It was Lian Xi and Lian Bi who brought up the prepared dinner.

”Young Master?”

”Leave it here. I'll collect it when I get in later.”

Silence returned to the room. Jane lay motionless in his arms, so quiet that he could hear his heart beating faster and faster.

”Eating something will help you get better faster. You can only eat light white porridge when you're sick.” Ling Chen sat her down in the crook of his lap, resting her head on his shoulder, and then picked up the porridge, stirring and blowing on it.

Jane Fan raised her long eyelashes and looked at him. He looked extremely gentle at the moment. When he wasn't angry, he was more like a handsome scholar, full of the air of a gentleman.

Wasn't he angry? After he had taken her upstairs, she had become delirious from lack of breath and lack of oxygen. She could not remember anything.

Why was he so good to her? Was it the calm before the storm?

”What are you looking at? ”Little fool.” He lightly tapped the tip of her nose. His eyes were filled with a bright smile, like the stars on a summer night. It was so bright.

If he was a good person, and if he truly loved and doted on her so much, she would definitely fall in love with him and give up everything for him. But this can only be if...

”I'm watching …” The pores on both sides of your nose are so big. ”