C282 (1/2)

Who are you to me?

Jiang Yaner sat in front of the tea table, drinking yogurt and eating fruits. Her washed hair was scattered across her shoulders, and water that had not completely dried up dripped onto the loose T-shirt from time to time, printing out a watermark.

This was Jin Chen's clothes. Jiang Yaner did not like to wear pyjamas, but liked to wear Jin Chen's t-shirt as pyjamas. She felt that it was more comfortable this way.

He had just finished his shower. He wasn't wearing any underwear, just a pair of underpants.

She used to wear it like this when she was with Jin Chen, and she lived alone now.

Jin Chen's clothes were still in their closet. Although they were divorced, this apartment was the only thing that connected them.

Jiang Yaner took Jin Chen's phone. Because she was very tired, she did not plan to clean herself up. Right now, she could completely ignore her image and appear in front of Jin Chen.

Jin Chen's car quickly stopped below the apartment and the elevator went in for the eleventh floor. Jin Chen took out his spare key and opened the door.

Walking into the living room, Jiang Yaner was already asleep on the sofa.

A pair of white and tender legs stretched towards the tea table. Her chest that was faintly discernable, made Jin Chen's heart suddenly jump twice more. And so tempting.

She didn't know why, but the feeling of wanting to pinch Jiang Yaner would appear in Jin Chen's mind every now and then. Jin Chen woke up from his stupor and carried Jiang Yaner into the room.

Jiang Yaner seemed to be too tired to feel her body moving as she allowed Jin Chen to carry her onto the bed.

He gently placed her on the bed, afraid that if he were to make a slight move, he would wake her up.

Jin Chen's hand touched Jiang Yaner's forehead. It was very hot.

He reached out and touched his forehead. Very normal.

It couldn't be a fever, right? Why does this woman not know how to take good care of herself? How can you have a fever? It was clearly fine during the day.

Without thinking too much into it, he covered Jiang Yaner with a blanket and went to the bathroom to take an ice towel and put it on Jiang Yaner's forehead.

Then he took out his cell phone from his pocket and dialed, ”Send me two boxes of cold medicine. Right, the kind that's going to lose their fever! ”

”Yes, Director Jin.”

”Where?”

”My old apartment.” The phone was hung up.

When his subordinate sent him the cold medicine, Jiang Yaner was still unconscious, still in a deep sleep. Jin Chen poured himself a cup of warm water and supported Jiang Yaner with his own body, ”Yan'er, come, take the medicine first.”

Jiang Yaner didn't seem to hear her.