The bedroom door was not closed, and Qi Shen could already hear footsteps in the hallway as Wang Ma went up the stairs.
He got out of bed, his slender legs, encased in casual trousers, strode over to Wang Ma, his handsome and refined face showing no sign of unease.
He said in a gentle voice, "Wang Ma, just give me the tray. There's nothing else. You can go now."
Upon witnessing this scene, Wang Ma stammered, "It's...Young...Young Master..." feeling embarrassed and helpless. She handed the tray to the man with both hands and hurriedly turned around, not daring to linger for even a moment.
Qi Shen held the tray in one hand and closed the door with the other.
He did not deliberately hide the intimacy between Fang Zhi and his sister, nor would he need to hide it from them in the future.
Zhizhi himself can't stop him, and even his father can't control him. There's no need for others to care. It doesn't matter if those around him see his feelings for Fangzhi sooner rather than later.
Qi Shen sat back down and waited until the brown sugar water in the bowl became warm before gently touching the girl's delicate and soft face. "Zhizhi, wake up and drink the brown sugar water that Wang Ma made before you go back to sleep."
"Ugh..." Fang Zhi let out a soft moan through her nose, and opened her eyes groggily. With the man's help, she slowly sat up, her limbs weak and powerless.
The loose cotton pajamas drooped down in large sections as the girl bent over, revealing nothing underneath.
Qi Shen was positioned perfectly, just enough for a casual glance.
The lush, vibrant red plum blossoms, stretching endlessly, suddenly caught his eye, making his breath catch and his blood boil and rush to one spot.
Fang Zhi's head was spinning, and he didn't notice her collar or the man's rapid, unusual breathing.
She didn't have the extra energy to realize that he had just seen her upper body; her mind was still focused on the man saying "Wang Ma."
The girl's soft voice, tinged with a nasal tone, asked, "Brother, has Aunt Wang arrived?"
"Hmm." Qi Shen closed his eyes and silently repeated to himself, "She's still young, now is not the time."
Suppressing his physical urges, he quickly helped the girl sit up against the headboard.
"When did Wang Ma arrive?" Since falling ill, Fang Zhi had become like a child, her mind devoid of any other complex thoughts, only filled with innocent instincts. Her clear black and white eyes stared at the man before her. "Has she left again?"
"You're not even feeling well yourself, yet you have time to care about others?" Qi Shen's voice was calm and indifferent, revealing no emotion.
Beneath his lowered eyelids, his deep eyes were dark and turbulent, burning with a burning desire.
He lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes concealing the emotions within, and placed the bowl in front of her.
"It's not hot anymore, drink this."
Feeling that he had just been reprimanded by Qi Shen, the child realized he had been wronged and gave a defiant "Oh."
She only answered, but didn't reach out to take it.
Qi Shen looked up at her pitiful expression and his sullen face, feeling both helpless and amused. His voice softened slightly, "Wang Ma came this morning and is still downstairs; she hasn't left yet."
As soon as he finished speaking, Fang Zhicai took the bowl from his hand and obediently drank it down.
After drinking a bowl of warm brown sugar water, the discomfort in my lower abdomen lessened somewhat, leaving only dizziness.
The college entrance exam was a major concern for her, and Fang Zhi hadn't forgotten it yet. She blinked and asked, "Brother, when can I go back to school?"
His thin lips landed on the girl's cheek, and he said softly, "Wait until you've recovered."
The doctor told Fang Zhi that she needed to rest. After watching her finish drinking the brown sugar water, Qi Shen helped her lie down. "Go to sleep and rest a little longer."
Before leaving, he took her phone and gently told her, "If you want to go back to school soon, get some rest. Leave Zhizhi's phone with me for now, I'll keep it safe for you."
Fang Zhi rubbed her stuffy nose, stared at the man covering her with a blanket, and hummed in response.
......
Zhou Yiming, who had slept all morning, woke up immediately when the school bell rang at noon. He stretched and let out a satisfied sigh, then patted Jiang Yuze on the shoulder, who was staring blankly at his book.
"Dude, you really expect to not study for three years, then suddenly put in a few days of hard work and step into a 985 or 211 university?"
"What do you think you are again?" Zhou Yiming thought for a moment, then rattled off a string of questions, "The reincarnation of the God of Literature? Einstein reborn? Possessed by Marie Curie, or did you download a system?"
Jiang Yu, who was interrupted, gave him a cold look and said, "Why do you talk so much? It's a disease to not be able to control your mouth. Take some time to go to the hospital for a checkup. The hospital will know that a big order is coming as soon as they see you."
Zhou Yiming wasn't afraid of his cold face at all. Instead, he grinned and said, "Tsk tsk, you're as radiant as a flower in front of other girls, but when it comes to me, you're all glaring and arguing with me. Now you know how easily your face can change."
"Am I not a human being? We've known each other for so many years, can't you be a little nicer?"
"You're human too?" Jiang Yu raised an eyebrow. "You fit the description of 'being moved by the scene' in two ways."
Zhou Yiming's mind raced. Pointing to his own nose, he said incredulously, "You're calling me a beast??"
"Yeah, the kind with a mouth."
"..." Zhou Yiming was speechless for a moment.
After a long pause, he slammed his fist on the table and stood up, stretching his hand out in front of Jiang Yuze, "Give me back the money! The 4,500 I borrowed from you on Sunday, give it back now! Plus 1,000 in interest!"
The latter glanced at him lazily, "No money."
Zhou Yiming gritted his teeth in exasperation. "You're talking nonsense!" Jiang Yu, however, wasn't in Versailles. He twisted his head off and let Jiang Yu kick it around like a ball. "If you have no money, what am I? What are the others? Are the others beggars? And I'm the leader of the Beggars' Sect, with a few melons and taels of silver still in my broken bowl?"
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