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Chapter 68 - Fever (2)

..." It was admittedly very cute.

The shadows of the trees outside swayed from side to side, and when the relentless raindrops were caught by the fierce wind, they immediately changed directions and splattered against the windows.

This was a morning of torment.

Yan Cheng left the bedroom as though he was running away.

When he returned from the kitchen, he had calmed down a lot. Not only was he able to restore his usual lazy attitude, but he could also even change his expressions to something other than his usual indifference. He ridiculed Chen Jinyao with a smile that wasn't a smile, "You're cuter when you're drunk or burning up from a fever, you know."

The usual Chen Jinyao was too... how should he put it?

Rational.

She was always trying to keep a safe distance between herself and other people. Of course, he could sense that she was trying to slowly close the distance between them these days, but the progress was moving at a snail's pace.

However, whenever she became drunk or feverish, she was like an open book.

Yan Cheng watched as she drank the water. He hoped that, as she said, the fever would be gone after she had some medicine and sweated it out.

Alas, he was careless.

Chen Jinyao suddenly raised her head and stared at the white, round pill on his palm. She was silent for a few seconds, seemingly thinking about what he had said. Afterward, she fell into deep thought.

Ten seconds later, she lifted her head and looked at him again. She tilted her head to the side. Yan Cheng watched in confusion as she slowly lifted her hand from the bed and positioned it to level with her eyebrows. Like a lucky cat, she fisted her hand and bent her wrist, then straightened it again. After doing this three or four times, she opened her mouth and said...

"Meow."

Yan Cheng was stunned.

At this moment, the first thought that came to his mind was not "Fuck, I'm going to explode from the cuteness" or "I married such a lovely wife, my ancestors' graves must be quaking with jealousy" and whatnot. Thankfully, he had not reached that stage of craziness.

Instead, he said, "Fuck, did you become stupid from the fever?"

"..." Chen Jinyao thought for a moment and nodded.

"No, no, no, I shouldn't have listened to you. Stop sleeping, I'm taking you to the hospital right now. You need to get an IV drip. If you're sleepy, you can sleep after we reach the hospital. There should be beds there..."

After so long, Chen Jinyao's mind had become somewhat clear again. She frowned, shook her head, and said, "How can I call for a nurse if I fall asleep while an IV is in my arm?"

"???" For a second, he was utterly confused.

She explained, "Like when the IV runs out."

"I'll guard you." Yan Cheng narrowed his eyes, trying to be patient.

Unexpectedly, she shook her head and refused him, "No, you are not reliable."

"..."

***

How should she describe her current mood?

After the IV drip was finished, Chen Jinyao became sober.

Staring at the back of her injected hand for a few seconds, she slowly retracted her gaze and turned her face to look at Yan Cheng, who was sitting to the side with one hand in his pocket and the other holding his phone. He was watching something on it. She leaned over for a peek.

It was the news.

Yan Cheng had taken her to the closest hospital. When they arrived, there were a lot of patients suffering from almost the same symptoms as her. They came and went, got an IV, and left until finally, it was her turn.

"They should have put you in a ward. It's so noisy here." Yan Cheng frowned.

People tended to become very emotionally dependent when they were sick. Chen Jinyao did not say a word, but her gaze was firm. Today, Yan Cheng seemed to be 2.8 meters tall, which was very reassuring. Her little heart felt like it was flying.

Of course, compared to "this man is very reliable" and other random thoughts like this, the most urgent thing in her mind was how frequently she wanted to urinate.

"I want to go to the toilet," she complained.

Hearing this, Yan Cheng put away his phone, got up, and pulled the IV out for her.

He seemed to be a good man.

The patient next to them cast him an admiring look.

At this moment, she also thought that Yan Cheng was a good man. At the same time, she openly accepted the envy, jealousy, and hatred of others.

He accompanied her to the entrance of the restrooms.

In public, there were differences between men and women, so she could only rely on herself for the rest.

After using the restroom, they walked back.

Yan Cheng said, "You need to exercise more to boost your immunity."

Yan Cheng: "Look at me, I exercise every day. Look at how healthy my body is."

Chen Jinyao retracted her previous statement about this shameless man being reliable.

The next evening.

Chen Jinyao watched as the nurse patted Yan Cheng's clenched fist and carefully inserted the tiny needle into his arm...

She tried to suppress it, but after a few seconds, she burst out laughing.

Chen Jinyao: "I have a joke."

Chen Jinyao: "Your body is very healthy."

Yan Cheng: "..."