Chapter 183 Fever
“Ding Dong——”
The door opened, and after seeing the woman outside, Butler Chen bowed slightly, "Miss Yang."
Yang Cici, carrying her medicine box, smiled and greeted, "Hello, Butler Chen."
Butler Chen took her upstairs and briefly explained the situation. "Today's situation is a little special. The young master suddenly has a high fever that won't go away. I'd like to trouble you to take care of him."
The system asked in surprise: [Host, why did you call a psychiatrist when you have a fever? Do all capitalists exploit people like this?]
Yang Cici was amused by the capitalist in its words.
【Maybe he got confused due to the burning sensation.】
Arriving at the door of the room, Butler Chen opened it.
"Call me if you need me."
"OK."
Inside the room, the curtains were tightly closed, not letting in any light, and a few rays of sunset shone through the gaps.
The night light on the bedside emitted a faint light, the air was filled with a familiar soothing fragrance, and a person was lying quietly on the bed.
The man was wearing black silk pajamas. He raised his hand to cover his eyes, revealing only the lower half of his face with sharp lines. His skin was cold and pale, his fingers were long and slender with distinct joints, and his metal watchband reflected a cold luster.
Even lying there, the man still had a cold and distant aura, making people afraid to approach him.
Hearing footsteps, he put down his hand, slowly opened his eyes and sat up.
Maybe it was because he had a fever or he had just woken up, but the corners of the man's eyes were tinged with red, making him look even more beautiful, and there was sweat on his forehead.
Yang Cici's gaze paused for a second, but she didn't move forward. She just stood by the bed and said, "Mr. Pei, Doctor Yu is not available today. Let me check on you."
The girl's voice was soft, but her tone was flat, as if she was carrying out a mission.
Pei Yanchuan clenched his fists, his eyes trembled, and then he lowered his eyes and said softly, "Hmm," "I know."
Yang Cici then walked over, sat on the chair, and took out the thermometer.
With a beep, it's 39 degrees.
She paused and slowly raised her head.
Pei Yanchuan had been looking at her, and when he looked up, their eyes met instantly.
The man's eyes were very dark, like a swamp, sticky and gloomy. He stared at her intently, as if he was afraid that she would run away.
Yang Cici didn't dodge this time.
She actually didn't expect Pei Yanchuan to have such a serious fever.
This time I'm really going to be confused.
The two looked at each other silently for a few seconds. She put down the thermometer, stood up and poured a glass of warm water from the table.
Put the cup of water on the bedside and sit down again.
"Mr. Pei."
"Um."
"I can't treat illnesses."
"Um."
"You need to change doctors now."
“…”
The man closed his eyes and turned away, as if he didn't hear. His cheeks were very red, and it was obvious that he had a high fever, but he was as stubborn as a child.
Yang Cici stood up, but her wrist was grabbed.
The man's palms were very hot, and he was sweating due to nervousness. He was exerting great force, and his fingertips turned white from the exertion, but he was trembling slightly.
His red eyes stared at her intently, his voice hoarse, "Where are you going?"
She lowered her eyes and replied, "Go ask the housekeeper to call the private doctor."
This person usually takes other medicines, and she is not sure whether antipyretics can be mixed with those medicines.
But the man still held her tightly, breathing heavily, and said word by word: "I don't want anyone else, just you, I just need to rest for a while..."
"Pei Yanchuan."
Yang Cici suddenly interrupted and calmly called out his name.
Pei Yanchuan's breathing stagnated.
She lowered her head, looked at him quietly, and spoke slowly.
"I know you don't like me. I've already told Sister Yu Si that I can't come. Today, Sister Yu Si really can't leave. If you want to force me to lose my job in this way, I can quit now."
The girl's expression was cold, and every word she spoke was tinged with coldness.
Pei Yanchuan's pupils suddenly shrank, and his limbs seemed to be poured into ice water. He subconsciously let go of his hands, and his lips trembled.
No, that's not what he meant...
He didn't dislike...
no the same……
The girl's reaction was different from what she had in her dream.
As expected, because his illness was discovered, the attitude towards him changed.
His eyes flickered, his emotions difficult to control due to his illness, and his hoarse voice choked with sobs: "I didn't... force you to resign, nor do I dislike you."
Yang Cici glanced at him and said, "On the first day we met, you told me to get out."
"I didn't mean 'get out!'" The man's eyes widened, sweat forming on his forehead. "I told you to wait outside. I'll have Butler Chen take you to rest."
Yang Cici wanted to say something, but when she remembered that the person in front of her was still sick, she swallowed her words back.
She returned to the subject.
"Pei Yanchuan, change the doctor."
The man's eyes were red, and he opened his mouth helplessly. Finally, he nodded gently, swallowed hard, and said softly, "Okay... change."
Yang Cici left the room to find housekeeper Chen and asked him to call a private doctor over.
Butler Chen looked surprised and hesitated to speak.
But the next second, Yang Cici's words made him stunned.
"I've already told Pei Yanchuan that he agreed to change doctors, and didn't you take care of him before I came?"
“…” It’s not that he doesn’t want to intervene, it’s that the young master doesn’t let him interfere.
Butler Chen's eyebrows jumped, and he took another look at the girl in front of him, feeling more respectful.
It’s amazing that he can actually convince the young master.
"Miss Yang, the private doctor will be here soon. We had planned to lower the young master's temperature, but he doesn't like other people entering his room."
After a pause, he added in a low voice: "Even Doctor Yu is not allowed in."
Yang Cici: “…”
She thought for a moment and said, "Can you get me a basin of warm water and a towel?"
Hearing the sound of the door opening, Pei Yanchuan raised his head suddenly. When he saw the familiar figure of the girl, he was stunned. His nervous heart finally slowly fell to the ground, and his clenched fists loosened.
But his eyes still followed the girl's movements closely, with panic still lingering in his eyes.
Yang Cici put the basin on the table, wrung out the towel, turned around and met the man's direct gaze.
She paused and walked over.
"Lie down under the covers."
The man immediately lay back down, but he stared at her without blinking, his eyes burning and focused.
Yang Cici's face flushed from his gaze. She covered her eyes with a towel and whispered, "Close your eyes too. Don't open them."
Pei Yanchuan closed his eyes, but the touch on his body became clearer and clearer.
The girl inserted her soft fingers into his hair, smoothed it up, and then brushed a wet towel across his forehead to wipe away the sweat, her movements gentle and delicate.
With every move, the girl's sweet fragrance came into his nose. The scent of citrus wrapped around him like a spider web.
Pei Yanchuan subconsciously held his breath, at this moment he seemed to be in a dream
"If you feel unwell, tell me. You can't delay treatment for a fever. When the doctor comes, we'll listen to whatever he says, okay?"
The girl's tone was soft, and when she spoke, the hot air she exhaled gently fell on her face.
Pei Yanchuan's Adam's apple rolled unbearably, his whole body tensed up, and his eyelids trembled uncontrollably.
In fact, he could no longer hear what the girl was saying. His mind was filled with the fragrance of the girl, and his breathing became more rapid.
Smells so good...
I want to hug...
I really want to kiss...
Slowly wipe the soft towel down your cheeks and then move to your neck.
Suddenly, warm fingertips gently rubbed his Adam's apple.
Pei Yanchuan's breath shuddered, and he grabbed the girl's wrist. He suddenly opened his eyes, and his eyes were bloodshot.
Meeting the girl's innocent eyes, he asked, "What's wrong?"
His eyes darkened, he cleared his throat, grabbed the girl's hand and reached down.
The deep voice was tinged with a sexy husky tone.
"Want to wipe under the clothes?"
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