As he spoke, he reached out to feel Song Ting's forehead temperature.
Song Ting instinctively tried to dodge, but failed and was caught red-handed by Chu Huaixu.
Young Master Chu's palm was very hot, and when it touched Song Ting's forehead, it felt as hot as a burning coal, so hot that Song Ting's throat started to feel like it was on fire, and she blinked slowly, unable to speak.
Seeing him like this, Chu Huaixu became even more worried. After touching Song Ting, he touched his own and compared the two, concluding: "It seems like he has a slight fever, he's hotter than me."
Song Ting: "..."
“But little Qingxiang, you look like a little kitten now…” Chu Huaixu stared at his forehead, laughing louder and louder, clutching his stomach and unable to straighten up.
At first, Song Ting didn't realize it because he thought Huai Xu was more like a kitten. The little nobleman's face was covered in smoke, and his originally clean face was covered with black marks on the left and right, which looked a lot like a cat that Song Ting had seen before.
The cat was sunbathing on the wall. When Song Ting looked at it, it let out a fierce meow. It had rolled around somewhere, and its face was covered in black soot.
This is exactly what Huai Xu looks like right now. Ironically, he's completely unaware of his own appearance and is still laughing at Song Ting.
Song Ting nudged him: "Young master, why don't you take a look in the mirror too?"
"Hmm." Chu Huaixu looked at his hands, as if he had just remembered something. "What? I forgot my hands were dirty..."
The two looked at each other and laughed together.
"Alright, alright, stop laughing. It's making my stomach hurt. Let's not stay outside. You'll feel even worse if you catch a chill. Come back to the room with me. I'll have Xiao Bao go to the palace and fetch Physician Wang!"
Xiao Bao was originally Chu Huaixu's servant. After Song Ting took his place, he followed the steward and usually didn't get along with Song Ting.
Whenever the two of them met, that guy would make faces at Song Ting. Song Ting knew he didn't have any bad intentions, so she never held it against him.
And it was indeed he who took over Huaixu.
"No," Song Ting quickly pulled him back, "It's not that serious."
He was just an insignificant servant in the Prince Duan's mansion; how could he possibly go to such lengths to summon a royal physician from the palace? Besides, he wasn't even sick.
Chu Huaixu hesitated for a moment, as if he wanted to refute Song Ting, but the latter rarely insisted, so he had no choice but to compromise: "Alright then, let's go inside first."
"Young master! What has happened?"
Although Chu Huaixu had kicked him out, Chef Wang didn't dare go far, keeping a close eye on the kitchen. Seeing the thick smoke billowing from the kitchen, he was so frightened he almost tripped and fell.
If anything happens to the young master, the prince and princess won't even need to blame him; that person in the palace can take his head!
This is the apple of that person's eye and the apple of their eye!
Chu Huaixu, however, didn't care at all and waved his hand, saying, "It should be fine, but I'll still trouble Uncle Wang to go and take a look, just in case there's a fire."
Leaving these words behind, Chu Huaixu took Song Ting and left.
Because Song Ting didn't want to disturb others, but Chu Huaixu was convinced that he was sick and didn't want to leave him alone, so he brought him into his room.
"You'll sleep with me tonight. If you feel unwell in the middle of the night, remember to call me."
Song Ting was always quiet and had a blank face. Today he was even more dazed, as if he could fall into a daze at any time. Chu Huaixu was worried that he might have gone crazy from the fever.
"It won't do if he gets brain damage from the fever." Thinking of this, Chu Huaixu sternly ushered the person onto the bed and said, "You sleep inside."
Song obeyed every command. When Chu Huaixu told him to get on the bed, he climbed on and stared at him blankly.
Chu Huaixu, his face stung by the smoke, was wiping it with a damp cloth when he noticed the gaze fixed on his back. He chuckled.
"Why are you staring at me like that? It makes my back feel like it's on fire. Stop looking, close your eyes and go to sleep."
Song Ting abruptly closed his eyes. In the dim light, a soft laugh reached Song Ting's ears, and for some reason, he remembered the old woman's words once again.
Young master, I wish you a smooth night, and may you and your future wife live happily ever after.
My future wife.
These words, just like the previous "my beloved," burned a deep heat in Song Ting's heart.
Chu Huaixu suspected that Song Ting didn't think there was anything wrong with him when he was sick, but now, listening to his heartbeat getting faster and faster for no reason, he couldn't help but think that he was probably really sick.
A moment later, someone quietly walked to the bedside. The rustling sound of clothes clearly reached Song Ting's ears, striking her heart like a drumbeat.
Because the eyes cannot see, the other senses are magnified infinitely. The spot behind him slightly sank in, indicating that Chu Huaixu had also climbed onto the [ignore] bed.
He actually slept in the same bed as Chu Huaixu.
This realization caused Song Ting's heart to race once again, to an astonishing degree, beating repeatedly until it was impossible to count.
This caused Song Ting to feel a little pain.
Song Ting subconsciously pressed her chest.
The next second, a hand patted his shoulder, and someone whispered to him, "Go to sleep. Remember to call me if you feel unwell."
No one had ever been this kind to him before.
His mother gave birth to him, but she didn't love him and even hated him. She would beat and scold him at the drop of a hat, regarding him as her misfortune.
In the Dark Guard camp, swords flash and bloodshed is commonplace. A minor fever, or even a broken arm or leg, is no big deal; as long as one isn't dead, the mission must continue. Life is cheap as grass.
Only the Chu-Huai sequence.
Only this person treats him like a human being. They care about him, treat him well, and are concerned about his happiness and health.
He told the old woman that Chu Huaixu was his god, and he wasn't exaggerating at all; this man was the god who saved him from his suffering.
But one day he will turn his sword against his gods.
Song Ting really didn't dare to imagine how Chu Huaixu would look at him then, or what kind of disappointed expression would appear in those eyes that were always smiling at him.
Will I hate him?
Will I regret bringing him back?
As night deepened, the faint sounds of revelry faded away, and all that filled Song Ting's ears was the long, steady breathing of the person behind her.
Chu Huaixu fell asleep.
Song Ting carefully turned around to face him.
Chu Huaixu was undoubtedly handsome. Every part of his face seemed to have been meticulously drawn. Whether it was his eyebrows, eyes, nose, or mouth, every part was so beautiful that it was hard to describe.
Moreover, Song Ting is someone who hasn't even read many books.
All he could say was "good-looking," and "no one is better looking than the person in front of you."
Song Ting stared at his little fairy for a very long time. In the darkness, everything was blurry, but this face was clearly and deeply imprinted in Song Ting's eyes.
Song Ting's heart felt like it was broken, pounding violently and frequently.
Like a thunderclap rising from the ground in spring, it was incredibly powerful.
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