Chapter 74 It’s just the two of us here

In the bedroom, a floor lamp emits warm light.

Zhou Tingyun kissed her forehead gently.

Ming Zhao leaned forward and kissed the corner of his lips.

The man paused for a few seconds.

Finally, he held the back of her neck.

He threaded his fingers through her hair, supporting her head.

The lingering sound of water echoed in this quiet space, secretive and warm.

Ming Zhao was soon kissed to the point of being out of breath, and the hot palm on her waist made her unable to help but shrink further into Zhou Tingyun's arms.

After the kiss, Ming Zhao leaned lazily on his shoulder, like a docile kitten.

She played with his fingers, fiddling with them, her voice still a little mushy.

"If I had known you were coming back today, I would have brought four coconuts."

Zhou Tingyun laughed when he thought of the size of those coconuts.

"Stop squashing my sister."

"I'm super strong." Ming Zhao refused to accept.

"Hey, wait." Speaking of coconuts, she thought of something and was about to stand up.

He was pressed back onto his legs by strong hands.

"Where are you going?" The man's voice was low and cold.

"Not going anywhere," Ming Zhao asked doubtfully, pushing his arm. "I'm going to see if Brother Mu Qing and Aunt Chen are back."

Hearing this, Zhou Tingyun said calmly: "No need to look at it."

What does that mean? Ming Zhao looked at him in confusion.

"I made them leave," he said.

Um?

Ming Zhao's brain pieced together the information, "Why?"

He looked at her calmly.

After a while, he spoke slowly with ambiguous meaning.

"Zhao Zhao, it's just the two of us here, isn't it good?"

The dark pupils were deep, and the dark river flowed quietly, as if it had turned into substance and could devour people in the next second.

Her heart palpitated for a moment.

A familiar feeling slowly moved up my spine, and goosebumps appeared uncontrollably.

Ming Zhao suddenly remembered that morning when he was sitting with Lin Muqing.

His eyes immediately curved.

She couldn't help but curl up the corners of her lips.

"Sure, but don't you manage the company?"

Seeing that the girl was still softly pressed against him, Zhou Tingyun's eyebrows softened and he gently squeezed her hand. "I'm on vacation. You can play as long as you want."

Ming Zhao was naturally happy and pleased.

She sat on him, her legs swinging back and forth, her face tilted up.

“I just don’t know when the signal tower will be repaired.”

Zhou Tingyun's brows and eyes were deep and his emotions could not be seen.

He didn't say anything, but just gently stroked the back of her hand with his fingertips.

…

In the second half of the night, Ming Zhao fell asleep and felt as if he was in a furnace, being tossed and scorched.

I opened my eyes drowsily due to the heat and was a little confused at first.

I moved my body and realized that the warmth came from behind me.

Zhou Tingyun's whole body was burning with heat.

"Brother?" Ming Zhao suddenly woke up.

She turned around, quickly touched his forehead with the back of her hand, and then touched his face eagerly.

The high temperature frightened her and she tried to get up immediately, but she couldn't push away the weight in front of her.

"Brother?" she called him anxiously. "Zhou Tingyun?"

Zhou Tingyun hadn't slept for several days, and the temperature between North City and the island was so different. The moment he saw Ming Zhao, his tense heart relaxed.

The disease is like a mountain falling.

My brain felt dull and drowsy, and in a state of half-sleep and half-wakefulness, I vaguely caught Ming Zhao's vague and urgent voice.

He slowly opened his eyes and met her anxious face.

Ming Zhao finally breathed a sigh of relief, "You have a fever. I'll go get you some medicine now."

As she spoke, she hurriedly got out of bed.

"I'm fine," he subconsciously tried to comfort her, his voice hoarse from illness.

"Slow down, Zhao Zhao, remember to wear shoes."

Ming Zhao hurried to the living room, took out the antipyretic medicine and fever patches from the medicine box, and poured a glass of water.

Having a fever is not a big deal, but it's not a small matter either. It's the middle of the night and we're on an island. If it gets worse, it will be very troublesome.

She rushed upstairs again and pushed the door open with her elbow.

The man had sat up and leaned against the headboard of the bed.

Ming Zhao poured the medicine into his palm and handed him the water.

After he finishes eating, carefully apply the fever-reducing patch on his forehead.

Seeing her busying around, her lips tightly pursed, and an unhappy look on her face, Zhou Tingyun was about to speak, "Bao..."

"Stop talking and get some rest." She glared at him. "If you keep working like this, you'll be exhausted sooner or later."

“…”

Zhou Tingyun cast a calm and subtle gaze at her, the meaning of which was unclear.

The sense of crisis made Ming Zhao's heart skip a beat, and his eyes wandered away.

Not bothering with her, he patted his side and said, "Okay, come up and sleep."

The voice is gentle and low.

The girl immediately climbed onto the bed with a smile and snuggled into his arms skillfully.

He raised his hands and hugged the person tightly.

After taking the fever-reducing medicine, I quickly felt sleepy and a strong sense of fatigue came over me like a tide.

In the drowsy nightmare, soft light flickered between the leaves, warm and peaceful.

It adds a touch of dreamy color to the picture.

In the garden, the boy carefully put his ear to the woman's bulging belly with a serious expression.

Not long after, he looked up suddenly, full of anticipation.

"I heard my sister's heartbeat."

Ming Zheng and Xin Mian were both laughing, "How do you know it's my sister?"

He said solemnly, "It's my sister, I know."

Time flies by before my eyes, like a slide show played with the acceleration key pressed.

He watched Mingzhao grow up slowly, his height growing taller and his facial features gradually developing.

Every moment is so clear and every detail is vivid.

From a baby in swaddling clothes to a little one crawling on the floor.

From the carrot head who followed him and called him brother, to——

The girl in her school uniform sitting on his lap.

He held her waist, his hand accidentally touching her skin, soft and warm.

This time he did not retreat.

Soon, a delicate and broken moan was heard, her body trembling slightly, her sobs were sweet and soft and pitiful, her chin resting weakly on his shoulder.

Until, her calm voice suddenly came to my ears.

"You're disgusting."

The drowsy brain became slightly clearer, and the vision gradually became clearer from blurry.

The girl under him had red cheeks, messy hair, and watery eyes.

The suspenders were torn off, revealing a large area of snow-white skin covered with red marks.

The hem of her skirt has been lifted to her thighs.

It was messed up.

Zhou Tingyun reacted and apologized to her despite the dull pain in his head.

"Sorry Zhao Zhao, I thought I was dreaming."

Ming Zhao's cheeks were burning, and his chest suddenly felt cold because he stood up, so he subconsciously tried to block it.

He took her wrist and took it away.

Zhou Tingyun pulled up her suspenders and carefully arranged her clothes.