Chapter 72 Okay, I'll do it, you lie down.
Jiang Yimian caught a cold and developed a high fever that evening.
The doctor put her on an IV drip, and Bo Jinzhou took good care of her at her bedside.
Seeing that she was so weak that she didn't even want to speak, Bo Jin scoffed: "I didn't even wear any clothes and stood in the cold wind on the mountaintop for so long without catching a cold, but you've gotten sick."
Jiang Yimian glared at him weakly, "It must be because I was splashed with cold water last night, plus you went crazy and dragged me to the top of the mountain to be exposed to the cold wind, that's why I'm like this."
"It's your fault, really."
Her voice was weak and hoarse, and her last sentence sounded soft and weak, almost like she was being coquettish.
Aunt Wang brought up a bowl of porridge, saying, "Mianmian, eat something so you can recover faster."
Jiang Yimian had no appetite. "I don't want to eat."
Bo Jinzhou picked her up and let her lean against him. "You have to eat whether you want to or not. You're not made of iron, can you really take this much?" He took Wan from him and fed her with a spoon.
Jiang Yimian frowned and turned her head away: "I really don't want to eat."
"What would you like to eat? I'll have Aunt Wang make it for you."
"I don't want to eat anything, I just want to sleep."
Bo Jinzhou's voice turned colder: "Jiang Yimian, behave yourself."
Jiang Yimian fell silent after his fierce rebuke.
She closed her eyes and pretended to be dead.
Bo Jinzhou tilted his head and looked at her aggrieved expression, then softened his voice and coaxed, "Okay, okay, you can eat after you wake up, alright?"
Jiang Yimian: "Get lost, I don't want to eat even after I've woken up."
I don't know why I suddenly got emotional, I felt so wronged, and tears kept falling.
Bo Jinzhou put down the bowl, somewhat amused: "Why are you still crying?"
She choked back tears: "It's all your fault, get away from me, I don't want to see you."
Bo Jinzhou's heart softened, and he comforted her, "It's my fault, it's my fault," reaching out to wipe her tears. "Isn't this for your own good? You need to eat to have the strength, otherwise how will you recover quickly?"
Jiang Yimian ignored her: "It's all your fault. Who told you to drag me to that broken wind? Otherwise, I wouldn't be burning up like this."
Her head felt hot and she was dizzy; she coughed after saying just a few words.
He is quite ill.
She cried so much that Bo Jinzhou quickly got her some tissues to wipe her tears and wiped her snot.
He originally intended to blow the flute by himself so he could calm down and have a proper talk with her.
Who would have thought it would turn out like this?
Bo Jinzhou lowered his head and kissed her burning forehead. "It's my fault, don't cry."
Jiang Yimian was delirious with fever, rambling on and on: "You just bit me."
"I'll bite it back for you."
"You kissed me so hard it hurt, my lips are all chapped."
"Then you can kiss me back."
Jiang Yimian maintained a semblance of clarity and scoffed, "Dream on."
"You're not gentle at all."
He laughed: "I'll learn from it."
"Then you should learn from Lin Zhiren. He is a hundred times gentler than you."
The air suddenly became still and subtle, and his voice was icy: "It seems you really want him dead."
Jiang Yimian?
"I'm telling the truth. If you don't like hearing the truth, just say so."
Bo Jinzhou was furious with her. If she weren't still sick, he would definitely kill her.
He forcefully made her drink a bowl of porridge, then pulled the blanket up to her neck, choking her. Jiang Yimian looked at him coldly and asked, "Are you trying to murder me?"
Bo Jinzhou: "How much would murdering you be worth?"
Jiang Yimian felt a lump in her throat again, and closed her eyes, not wanting to talk to him.
The medication began to take effect, her eyelids became heavy, and she fell asleep.
Only one bedside lamp was on in the room. The man turned off the only lamp, plunging the room into darkness. He was tall and aloof. He walked out of the room, put one hand in his pocket, and made a phone call.
"Put pressure on the Lin family and give them a warning."
*
Jiang Yimian slept for two hours. After the IV drip finished, Bo Jinzhou removed the needle and, seeing that she had opened her eyes, asked, "Are you thirsty?"
Jiang Yimian's voice was hoarse, and she could only make a weak breathy sound, "Mmm."
She opened her mouth in shock, trying to make a sound, but found that her throat was blocked and she couldn't speak.
Bo Jinzhou took a glass of warm water, helped her sit up, and fed it to her lips, letting out a sneer: "Donald Duck, stop 'ah,' it sounds awful."
Jiang Yimian reached out and grabbed his ear, twisting it hard.
Jiang Yimian tried to speak loudly, but only a breathy voice came out: "You're the claw, you're Donald Duck!"
"Yes, yes, yes, it is me. Let go."
Jiang Yimian ignored him and slapped him, yelling, "Get out!"
He adopted a tough stance, but his words were not very offensive.
Bo Jinzhou laughed out loud, "Stop talking, lie down quickly, the doctor said that you just need to sweat a little and wipe yourself down."
Jiang Yimian drank the water herself, then threw it heavily to him and lay down with her back to him.
Bo Jinzhou also got into bed and hugged her from behind. Noticing that she was about to struggle, the man loosened his grip and whispered, "Don't move, let me help you sweat it out."
Jiang Yimian couldn't speak, so she scratched his hand with her fingernails.
Bo Jinzhou hugged her even tighter, saying, "If you grab me again, I'll take your clothes off."
He acted like a thug.
Jiang Yimian rarely sweats. With the heating on in the room and such a thick blanket covering her, the man behind her was getting hotter and hotter, his sweat soaking her pajamas, but Jiang Yimian remained as dry as a hard sponge.
She shifted her body slightly. "You're sweating a lot, stay away from me."
Bo Jinzhou laughed, turned her around, and pinched her cheeks. "Jiang Mianmian has been covering you up for so long, and I'm sweating so much, but you're not sweating at all."
"In the end, you still blame me for sweating too much."
He said, emphasizing each word: "That's outrageous!"
Jiang Yimian removed his hand, "You know I don't sweat that easily."
Bo Jinzhou got up and said, "Wait for me to come back." Then he went to the bathroom, where he could hear the sound of water running; he was taking a shower.
Jiang Yimian coughed a few times, her lungs aching from the coughing. She closed her eyes and curled up into a ball.
Bo Jinzhou took a quick shower, came out shirtless, his body still glistening with water. He casually dried himself with a towel, then lifted the covers and pressed himself against Jiang Yimian.
Jiang Yimian squinted at him and asked, "What?"
Bo Jinzhou's eyes were deep and unfathomable: "I'll help you sweat."
He placed his hand on her waist, and Jiang Yimian opened her eyes. "You beast! I'm still sick."
Bo Jinzhou smiled casually, "No, I'll just help you sweat it out."
Jiang Yimian didn't understand what he meant when the man kissed her. He smelled of pleasant shower gel and had a strong masculine scent.
Even with her nose blocked, she could still smell it. She didn't have the strength to push him away and could only endure it.
The bra buttons were undone, and a moment of emptiness and relaxation followed.
Jiang Yimian couldn't help but groan, "I have no strength."
"Okay, I'll do it, you lie down."
"..."
Her forehead was damp with sweat, and Jiang Yimian was held softly in his arms, wrapped in a blanket, as he placed her on the bed.
Bo Jinzhou changed the bed sheets and put them in the washing machine.
Jiang Yimian finally understood what he meant.
Actually, there was no difference between not doing it and doing it.
Bo Jinzhou was washing up in the bathroom. When he came out, Jiang Yimian glanced at him.
Her gaze lingered on his high, straight nose and thin, handsome lips. She turned her head away, her ear tips turning bright red.
Bo Jinzhou smiled, picked her up and put her on the bed, "I'll help you clean up."
Jiang Yimian closed her eyes embarrassedly: "No need."
Bo Jinzhou spoke gently, coaxing, "Sweetie, it's uncomfortable to sleep when you're sweaty, isn't it?"
She cursed him again, even though she knew the more she cursed him, the more addicted she would become, but she still had to curse him to vent her anger, "You shameless bastard, taking advantage of someone in distress!"
His voice was tinged with amusement: "There's no other way, this is the only way you'll sweat."
Jiang Yimian: "..."
Bo Jinzhou would wipe her body with saline solution and then deliberately tease her.
Jiang Yimian glared at him shyly. Bo Jinzhou, stop now, or you won't get this perk next time.
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