Tell him.

It's because I like it...

Zhou Yushen's dark, calm eyes widened slightly with anticipation.

Under his persistent questioning, Shen Zhiyi met his gaze tremblingly.

"Actually, I..."

"Um?"

She gritted her teeth and said, "Actually, I'm sick!"

Are you sick?

Zhou Yu was stunned.

He released his fingertips from her face and slowly straightened up.

The joy of anticipation faded away, and the remaining emotions, like a receding tide, surged back with even deeper disappointment.

But this was quickly dispelled by my concern for her.

"What illness?"

“It’s skin rashes.” Shen Zhiyi lowered her head, fiddling with the hem of her clothes. “I got it after I lost contact with you.”

“However, I used to be able to relieve the pain by touching my mother.”

"But now..."

She looked up at him.

“Now…” Zhou Yushen paused, “I’ve become your antidote?”

"Um."

Shen Zhiyi lowered her head somewhat embarrassed.

Zhou Yushen closed his eyes.

A silent bitterness welled up in my heart.

He should have trusted his own judgment from the beginning.

What do you like?

That was nothing more than a ridiculous conjecture born from self-delusion after a hormonal imbalance.

How could the answer he had already rejected be the correct one?

From childhood to adulthood.

He never made a mistake.

How could we possibly be wrong this time?

Zhou Yushen's heart sank, as if he had fallen into a cool well in summer, so cold that his fingertips went numb.

"Get up, the ground is cold."

He uttered a emotionless sentence, walked to the window, and dialed a phone.

The doctor who had treated Shen Zhiyi last time answered him from the other end of the line.

"Skin thirst syndrome?"

"There is such a condition in psychology."

"It is caused by a certain lack, and it can be alleviated by contacting specific people."

How long will it take to cure?

"That's hard to say."

"It may take a lifetime to treat, or it may suddenly get better one day."

"However, patients may feel very uncomfortable if they cannot reach the people they want to reach."

He described some symptoms.

Zhou Yushen pursed his lips, his face growing darker and darker as he listened.

Is it that serious?

He turned his head and looked at Shen Zhiyi, who was sitting obediently on the sofa. He saw that she had her head down and looked like she had done something wrong.

An indescribable heartache welled up in my heart.

"Okay, I'll treat you to dinner later."

He hung up the phone.

He walked up to Shen Zhiyi.

When did it relapse?

“Well…” Shen Zhiyi looked up at him, then quickly lowered her head again, “After that high fever…”

Zhou Yushen remained silent for a moment.

It turns out, it was all because of him.

He lowered his eyes.

The expression in his eyes was difficult to discern.

“Brother Yu Shen, I didn’t mean to do those things to you… I know you care a lot…”

"But I really feel terrible..."

With red eyes, she explained somewhat helplessly.

Zhou Yushen suddenly reached out, pulled her up from the sofa, and hugged her tightly in his arms.

His tall, imposing figure held her firmly in place.

It was as if he wanted to meld her into his body.

He buried his face in her neck, one arm around her waist, the other cupping the back of her head.

His sharp, deep-set eyes and brows were hidden in the shadows.

Endless self-blame and heartache rolled through it.

"Will this... be any better?" he whispered against her neck.

Shen Zhiyi was stunned.

An overwhelming, intense pleasure surged up in an instant, making her scalp tingle.

Her heart was pounding.

She instinctively reached out and hugged him tightly.

"Yes! It will be fine!"

"Much better..."

She buried her face in his chest and unconsciously rubbed against him.

"Brother Yu Shen, thank you for helping me get better... You, you're the best..."

Can I hug you every day?

"Please... Brother Yu Shen..." she looked up and pleaded pitifully.

Zhou Yushen loosened his grip slightly.

He looked down at the soft, warm girl in his arms.

She tilted her head back, her grape-like eyes sparkling, looking completely trusting and dependent on him...

Zhou Yushen's heart softened.

Such is her...

She almost made him lose control...

She only treated him as an older brother.

He released her, his face tense with restraint, and even the words he spoke lacked warmth.

"good."

"However, we must agree on three rules."

“Yes, yes!” Shen Zhiyi nodded repeatedly. “As long as you are willing to help me get treatment, I will listen to whatever you say.”

Zhou Yushen pursed his lips.

"First, they should not be intimate in public."

He was saying this to himself.

Remind yourself.

Do not exaggerate your desires;

We cannot expose her vulnerable and dependent state to the public;

Do not become addicted to physical contact and mistakenly believe that she is your possession...

cannot……

Simply because she had no other feelings for him.

Zhou Yu took a deep breath.

"Second, no kissing."

Although Shen Zhiyi felt a pang of regret, she still nodded and said, "Yes, yes, this can only be done with someone you like. I'll remember that."

He probably cares about this quite a bit.

I shouldn't steal kisses anymore.

Wait until she becomes someone he likes, then he can kiss her openly and honestly.

She agreed readily.

Zhou Yushen felt a sudden tightness in his throat.

He turned his head away.

"Third, you can't steal my things anymore."

Shen Zhiyi lowered her head, feeling even more ashamed.

Even her neck turned pink.

"good……"

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