Ni Jiu - INTOXICATED (NOVEL)

Chapter 12

Shen Tingwei still has a fever, so he has no strength after taking a shower. Lian Jue didn’t have the leisure to carry him upstairs, so he simply threw him on the big bed in the guest room on the first floor.

Shen Tingwei’s eyelids were heavy, his head fell into the pillow and soon fell asleep.

Lian Jue pulled the quilt out from under him, his skin rubbed against the quilt surface twice and his thin back turned red.

Shen Tingwei was not taken aback by his movements, probably because his posture was comfortable and his brows involuntarily tightened while he was sleeping. He turned sideways, his slender legs slowly curled up, his back slightly arched and his hands on the pillow unconsciously clasped together. It was an awkward and very insecure pose.

Lian Jue piled the quilt on top of him and habitually tucked his arm halfway in front of his back into the quilt. After this action, Fang was stunned for a moment and Shen Tingwei had already shrunk down with his movement. Most of his face was buried under the snow-white quilt, with only a pair of thick black eyelashes hanging outside, as if he was slowly falling asleep and his frowning brows gently stretched out.

This night, he slept in the dark and when he was half asleep, someone stuffed something under Shen Tingwei’s arm. It was very cold that it made him shudder.

He raised his eyelids with difficulty and glanced at it. The lights were not turned on in the room. He didn’t know whether the curtains were drawn or the sky was still dark. A tall black shadow was reflected in his blurry eyes.

A warm palm touched his forehead. The man straightened up, left a glass of lukewarm water. “Go to sleep”, turned and left without looking at him.

The slight sound of the door closing caused the whole body to fall into darkness and silence again. Before Shen Tingwei’s thoughts could disperse, his eyelids closed and his breathing became even and gentle after a while.

He then woke up again when a knock abruptly resounded on the door.

Shen Tingwei first felt the pale sky light penetrating his thin eyelids. He slowly opened his eyes and looked at the luxurious crystal lamp above his head for a moment in a trance.

The thick dark green linen curtains opened a slit. The warm morning light climbed over the window sill and sprinkled on the corner of the bed. Three knocks on the door has resounded again

The drowsiness that lasted for two days in Shen Tingwei’s head seemed to have faded a little and the smell of alcohol on his body seemed to have subsided. He slowly recovered, sat up on the mattress and asked who the outsider was.

“Mr. Shen, get up for breakfast.” The female voice outside the door answered politely.

Shen Tingwei was sluggish for a long time before replying: “Oh, good.” There was a set of folded clothes beside the pillow. The label on the collar of the clothes had not been removed and there was a string of zeros that shocked Shen Tingwei.

Although his family conditions are not bad and his life is not too tight on days. However, the sweater is tens of thousands of dollars which is too extravagant for him.

He hesitated for a long time before picking up the clothes.

During the process of changing the door was knocked again. He just put on his sweater and said he will come in a minute.

The outsider urged with embarrassment: “Please hurry up a little bit.” The clothes fit better than yesterday’s. Shen Tingwei came out of the room after getting dress. A woman who looked less than forty was pacing anxiously in front of his door with an infrared thermometer. Seeing him coming out, she hurried over and before Shen Tingwei respond, the thermometer in her hand had already ‘dropped’ on his forehead.