What happened in Chapter 24? My ex-girlfriend.
What do I really want to do?
Bo Siye himself didn't know the answer to this question at first.
He should hate Jiang Siyu, even though he couldn't help but get closer to her, even though he couldn't help but pay attention to everything about her, Bo Siye's reason told him...
He should hate her.
But all this hatred surged and pounded wildly in his chest the moment Jiang Siyu appeared before him; the blood that was being squeezed out of his heart and boiled throughout his body told Bo Siye even more clearly.
You must stay by her side no matter what, and love her.
But Bo Siye couldn't bring himself to tell Jiang Siyu any of this.
He was afraid of seeing disgust in Jiang Siyu's eyes, afraid that she would reject him without hesitation.
He would really go crazy if that happened.
So he avoided Jiang Siyu's probing gaze and gently and carefully covered her with the blanket again.
"Now that you're awake, I'll have the nurse come and take your temperature again."
After saying that, he pressed the call bell by the bedside.
Jiang Siyu wasn't disappointed at not getting an answer; it didn't matter anymore anyway.
The nurse quickly came over, took Jiang Siyu's temperature, and frowned as she looked at the reading.
Seeing her expression, Bo Siye asked, "Has your fever not gone down?"
"39.8 degrees Celsius, observe for a while longer."
"It's even higher than before." Jiang Siyu's temperature was 39 degrees Celsius before the IV infusion.
Bo Siye looked at Jiang Siyu, who was clearly much better on the bed: "Are you really not feeling unwell anywhere?"
"It's alright." Jiang Siyu was telling the truth. Apart from feeling increasingly hot, she didn't feel uncomfortable anywhere else.
"Give her more warm water to drink." After instructing Bo Siye, the nurse then said to Jiang Siyu:
"I'll come back to check your temperature again in half an hour. If you feel unwell in the meantime, tell your boyfriend and ask him to call the doctor."
"He's not my boyfriend." Jiang Siyu didn't slack off this time, her clear eyes looking at the nurse as she emphasized each word.
The nurse had seen this kind of scene many times before, and she nodded:
"OK, then tell your... ex-boyfriend if you feel unwell anywhere."
Although, Jiang Siyu couldn't deny it this time.
Bo Siye was indeed her ex-boyfriend.
Jiang Siyu watched speechlessly as the nurse left with an expression that seemed to say she knew everything.
Hearing the laughter beside her, Jiang Siyu's gaze quickly fell on the person sitting in the companion chair, crossing their legs while one hand lazily rested on the back of the chair.
The hospital's companion chairs weren't low, but thanks to his long legs and arms, his posture was particularly pleasing to the eye.
In particular, he had an undisguised smile on his face at that moment.
It was a laugh that was both roguish and extremely flamboyant.
He's wicked, smug, and handsome.
Noticing Jiang Siyu's gaze, he raised his sharp eyebrows slightly and asked, "What's wrong, ex-girlfriend?"
Jiang Siyu gave a forced smile and said, "Get lost."
As soon as she finished speaking, she kicked away the blanket that Bo Siye had just covered her with.
It's obvious that they're venting their frustrations.
Helpless, Bo Siye got up and pulled the blanket over her again.
Just as the cover was finished, Jiang Siyu kicked it again.
When she met his displeased gaze, she tilted her head smugly.
"Jiang Siyu." Bo Siye called her name with a headache. Why was her temper even worse after not seeing her for two years?
He resignedly pulled the blanket over her exposed legs, pressing it down with his large hand to remind her, "You're wearing a nightgown."
So those two kicks just now not only kicked away the blanket, but also the nightgown that barely covered her thighs.
Her nightgown had ridden up to her thighs by now.
Those long, slender, fair legs were dazzling even on the pure white sheets.
Jiang Siyu paused as she prepared to kick the blanket off again. Realizing how much she had just moved and how she might have exposed something she shouldn't have, she belatedly felt a heat rise in the tips of her ears.
"Now you're a good girl." Seeing her calm down, Bo Siye smiled and praised her, but when he met Jiang Siyu's gaze, which instantly turned cold, he quickly surrendered.
He coaxed her, "Sleep a little longer."
A tone so gentle that it prevents one from feeling any anger.
Jiang Siyu stared at him intently; this wasn't the first time she had witnessed Bo Siye's skill in coaxing people.
Aside from his face, the man's unique, clear yet deep voice was like the wind blowing through a bamboo forest at dusk.
Every time he patiently expressed his love again and again, it felt as if he was drowning someone in his boundless, deep-sea-like affection.
But this time, Jiang Siyu will not let herself indulge in it again.
She closed her eyes, not because she was sleepy, but simply because out of sight, out of mind.
But before I knew it, I was so tired that I fell asleep again.
Only when her regular breathing came in did Bo Siye, whose nerves had been on edge, completely relax.
He sat in the chair, his gaze tracing the slight furrow in her brows as she slept.
Her bun, which she had tied on top of her head, had already come undone while she was struggling in the elevator, and the messy strands of hair were now spread on the pillow.
The clash of black and white is incredibly sexy.
Two years have passed, and she seems to have not changed at all.
She is still breathtakingly beautiful, and even now, lying there looking haggard and sickly, she has the power to easily stir up all desires in people.
Two years ago, Bo Siyue would have embraced her from behind, greedily kissed her awake while she was fast asleep, and then received a disgruntled rebuke from her.
If he went any further, her weak slap would land on his face.
Then, in a muffled voice, he told him to get lost.
Only after he had kissed her hand, which was resting on his face, inch by inch, would she open her eyes and glare at him with disgust.
Bo Siye had always known that his affection for Jiang Siyu was somewhat morbid.
Many times, he wanted to hide her away, in a place where only he could see her.
I want to bully her until she cries, and then coax her to lick her tears clean.
But Jiang Siyu was not a parasitic flower that could be bound; she possessed an unyielding pride that even she herself could not touch.
Therefore, he endured it again and again, trying his best to restrain his greed.
Until Jiang Siyu disappeared from Bo Siye's sight for a long time for a secret project.
His message went unanswered for a long time, like a stone sinking into the sea.
Or perhaps you'll only occasionally receive a pitying "Wait patiently for me to come home."
He waited painfully in the room filled with her scent, and it was nearly half a month before she finally returned.
But she couldn't see his longing, nor could she feel his pain.
She came back, packed a few clothes, and hurriedly prepared to leave again.
Just as she was about to leave the room, he slammed the carefully prepared meal on the table and angrily questioned her:
"Jiang Siyu, what am I to you?"
Perhaps not expecting him to be so angry, she turned around and looked at the food scattered all over the ground with a bit of confusion, then her brows furrowed slightly.
"Boyfriend."
She answered seriously, but her emotionless tone made it sound like she was talking to a stranger.
Bo Siye's anger felt like a punch landing on cotton; the pent-up frustration in his chest made him feel like he was about to explode.
He could no longer restrain his emotions, impulsively grabbing her suitcase to prevent her from leaving, and then almost pleadingly asking:
"Why can't you move me to the front of the line? Why is everything around you more important than me?"
"Can you stay with me a little longer? Don't go..." When he said these words, Bo Siye had already trampled his dignity to the ground.
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