Chapter 142

There was a time before when she had an injury on her face and locked herself in her room, refusing to go out and let anyone see her.

When Ling Wu said this, even Lu Jingyue was stunned for a moment.

How does this little crybaby still remember this?!

"Oh no! Get out of here. My face isn't hurt, and I'm really fine!" The arched shape under the blanket shifted, and her tone sounded somewhat impatient.

But those who know Lu Jingyue well know that she is just shy.

shy?

Thinking of this, Ling Wu frowned and asked gently, "Did Nan Zhi invite you?"

The person under the covers huddled up, probably having been holding it in for a while, and secretly opened a small hole just big enough to breathe.

The muffled sounds from under the covers became clearer.

"No." After answering the question, she asked, "How old are you this year, little crybaby?"

"Twenty-two years old." Ruan Lingwu skipped a grade, so even though she had graduated two years ago, she was only 22 years old.

"...Does a twenty-two-year-old also go through a voice change?" Lu Jingyue asked, half confused and half hesitant.

"No."

The two simple words could only be faintly heard through the blanket, whether from the heat or the stuffiness, or from my own inexplicable thoughts.

She felt as if the little crybaby she had protected for nearly ten years was whispering in her ear.

Tender and lingering, like the whispered sweet nothings of lovers cuddling in the early morning...

Lu Jingyue's face turned bright red. While secretly cursing herself, she still managed to say, "I'm fine, it's just... I saw a bug when I was on the phone."

Lu Jingyue didn't care whether Ling Wu believed her or not. After speaking, she closed her eyes as if burying her head in the sand, and forced herself to clear her mind of all the messy thoughts.

From outside, Lingwu could only see the fine folds on the blanket and the small hole that quietly peeked out from under the blanket, through which a nose was vaguely visible.

"Sister Yue..."

"Shut up! If you say another word... I will never go to bed before 10 o'clock again!"

"Sister Keyue has never gone to bed before 10 o'clock."

"..."

Lu Jingyue couldn't hide her embarrassment, and her voice weakened a bit, "Then can I go to bed before ten o'clock from now on?"

After saying that, Lingwu stopped talking.

After a long while, Lu Jingyue secretly lifted a corner of the quilt, trying to peek at whether Ling Wu had left or not.

But those upturned fox eyes met those gentle eyes.

Their eyes met, and the air seemed to freeze for a moment.

Lu Jingyue tightened her grip on the blanket slightly.

How come this little crybaby has such beautiful lips? They're so red, they must be so kissable!

Her eyes widened, and she immediately pulled the blanket over herself, covering herself completely this time, even ignoring the hole.

"Is Sister Yue running a fever? Why is her face so red?"

Lu Jingyue is always radiant under the spotlight, but once she's out of the spotlight, she's a complete idiot when it comes to everyday life.

As Lu Jingyue was thinking of an excuse, she silently put the blanket down, and her beautiful face, which looked as if it had been kissed by Venus, gradually returned to calm.

She sat up straight and said, "I think I have a fever!" She nodded to confirm her thought.

It looked rather funny, but Ling Wu frowned slightly and raised her right hand to touch her forehead.

Fortunately, my forehead wasn't very hot.

"I'll go get the thermometer for Yue..."

But Lu Jingyue, whose eyes were filled with confusion, interrupted him as if in response before he could finish saying "Sister Yue":

"Okay! Go ahead!" His voice was filled with excitement.

Ling Wu paused for a second before turning around.

Hearing the door close, Lu Jingyue slowly came back to her senses. Her hands, still clutching the blanket, were trembling slightly, and her heart was racing, as if she had just gotten off a roller coaster.

A faint, cool fragrance lingered in the air, and the hand that had just touched my forehead was soft and small.

If we were to hold hands, it would probably be very...

Ugh! What is that idiot thinking now!

Lu Jingyue frowned, then picked up her phone.

She sent a bunch of messages to the pinned post, but the other party still didn't reply.

Her gaze lingered on the nickname "Nan Zhi," trying to recall the feelings she had developed while filming with him.

But now, all I can think about is the owner of that lingering fragrance!

Lu Jingyue, in a fit of despair, stuffed her phone under her pillow, turned her head, and lay face down on the pillow, letting out a mournful wail.

When Ling Wu arrived, she saw the famous star, known as the "Peony of the Human World," now sticking her butt out and making "ah-woo" noises.

Seeing this, Ling Wu left the room and waited until it was quiet before returning with a cup of hot water and a thermometer.

Lu Jingyue on the bed had returned to her usual self. Hearing the door open, she turned her head, blinked her fox-like eyes at Ling Wu, and then calmly reached out to take the thermometer that Ling Wu handed her.

It's completely different from how it looked when it was sticking its butt out just now.

During the long eight minutes, she looked everywhere except at Ling Wu.

Ling Wu glanced at the time and held out her hand, "It's time. Give me the thermometer."

Lu Jingyue lowered her eyes and handed over the thermometer.

My ears are so hot, I really want to get an ice cube.

After checking the thermometer, Ling Wu felt a slight sense of relief: "Thirty-six and a half degrees."

"Cough, I told you I was fine." She naturally picked up the water that had cooled down and took a few sips.

When she realized that the water was brought by the little crybaby herself, she paused again. The warm water seemed to swirl around in her throat, making her cough!

His face turned even redder from the choking, and even his neck turned crimson.

The next moment, Lu Jingyue felt a cool sensation on her back, and those hands helped her straighten her back before gently patting her.

"Don't worry, it'll be fine in a bit." Ling Wu's voice was calm at the moment, yet it made people believe her without her even realizing it.

After Lu Jingyue finished coughing and her breathing calmed down a bit, two blushes gradually crept onto her cheeks. Her heart was pounding, and just as she was about to speak, she heard Ling Wu say:

"Cough a few more times, so there's no residue left in your trachea."

Lu Jingyue nodded, but for some reason felt inexplicably embarrassed and ashamed, and finally coughed softly twice.

The cool touch of his fingertips continued to gently rub against her back until he saw that she had stopped coughing, at which point he withdrew his hand.

Lu Jingyue breathed a sigh of relief. After this incident, her wild fantasies had diminished considerably, but her tone was much more coquettish than before:

"Don't go out in the middle of the night anymore. You're not strong enough. What if you run into a bad guy and can't beat him?"

Seeing that Lu Jingyue still refused to look up, Lingwu didn't force her, but just shook the keys in her hand, "Isn't there still the car that Sister Yue gave us?"

Hearing the clinking of keys, Lu Jingyue smiled.

"Okay, you can accept any gifts I give you from now on. I'm not short of money. If you don't accept them, and the paparazzi take pictures of you, those marketing accounts will probably accuse me of being stingy with my friends."

"Okay," Ling Wu replied.

After things quieted down, Lu Jingyue glanced at the moonlight outside and said, "I'm tired. You should go to sleep too."

She pulled the blanket up a bit, hesitated for a moment, then patted the bed. "It's too late, so don't go home. It's not convenient to ask the cleaning ladies to clean the room I left for you right now. You can just make do next to me tonight, okay?"

The little crybaby's room is actually cleaned every day, but today she was overdosed and, for some reason, blurted out those words.

Lingwu saw through it but didn't say anything, "Thank you, Sister Yue."

"You're welcome..." Lu Jingyue's voice grew softer and softer.

She never liked to draw the curtains when she slept, and under the moonlight, the person beside her was breathing more and more steadily, clearly already fast asleep.

Lu Jingyue's body stiffened, and it took her a long time to move slightly as she lay on her side staring at Ling Wu's profile.

Her delicate jawline looked as if it had been meticulously sculpted by a craftsman, and her long, slightly curled eyelashes fluttered like butterfly wings, casting a faint silhouette on her face through the moonlight.

Lu Jingyue suddenly reached out, her fingertips tracing her outline, finally resting on her pink lips.

The touch from her fingertips made her cheeks heat up quickly, and she felt as if she were being burned, so she withdrew her hand immediately.

The sound was rather loud in the quiet night.

"Did Sister Yue have a nightmare?"