Chapter 16 Chapter 16 Repay Me Now
Song Youning felt a little dizzy when she got home, and after taking a shower, she felt even more dizzy and listless.
Thinking that he was feeling unwell because he was not used to exercising for the first time, Song Youning did not take it seriously. After coming out of the bathroom, he felt dizzy and simply groped his way to lie down on the bed.
I just wanted to take a nap to relieve the dizziness, and I didn't even blow-dry my hair. I closed my eyes and lost consciousness without knowing when.
When she opened her eyes again, the room was pitch black. The air-conditioned house was exceptionally cold. Song Youning had a splitting headache, and even though she wrapped herself tightly in the quilt, she still felt shivers. She tried to call out to Ji Siyun, but when she opened her mouth, her throat felt like it was being scraped by rough sandpaper, and the pain made her cry out.
"Jisiyun..."
The voice was surprisingly low due to his hoarse voice, but Ji Siyun seemed to have some telepathy. The bedroom door was pushed open and he came in holding a mobile phone with the flashlight turned on.
"Miss, there's a power outage. I just went out to check, and the whole building has no electricity..." His steady steps suddenly became flustered when he saw the pale face of the person on the bed. He took a few steps at a time and reached her bedside, and stroked her forehead with his warm hand.
"You have a fever!" There was a medicine box at home, and Ji Siyun let go of his hand, "I'll go get you some medicine."
He quickly returned with medicine and water and fed them to Song Youning. His fingers, which were about to retract, touched her damp hair. Ji Siyun's expression changed, "You're going to bed before your hair is dry?"
Song Youning didn't answer him. She closed her eyes tightly, her brows were furrowed, and her face was as pale as paper.
Her painful appearance made Ji Siyun feel a dull pain in his heart. He went to the bathroom to find a dry towel. Ji Siyun carefully placed her head on his legs and wiped her wet long hair bit by bit with the towel.
The floor heating and air conditioning stopped working due to the power outage, and the room temperature dropped quickly.
Song Youning felt colder and colder even though she was wrapped in a quilt. The cold seemed to come from her bones, making her teeth chatter and her body tremble.
The solid thighs beneath her head transmitted heat to her, but it was not enough to relieve the painful coldness. Song Youning opened her eyes, and in the darkness, her gaze met Ji Siyun's.
His usually bright eyes were now misty because of his illness, and his rosy skin had lost its color and turned pale, looking exceptionally weak.
The pampered young lady lay sickly and weakly on his legs, looking at him with her beautiful eyes.
Ji Siyun's throat was dry, and under her gaze, his Adam's apple slid up and down with difficulty.
"Ji Siyun." Song Youning's voice was hoarse. She looked at him, her moist eyes shining with a strange light. "You said you eat my food and live in my house. I wonder what you can do for me?"
Ji Siyun didn't understand why she suddenly brought this up at this moment. His hand wiping her long hair paused slightly, his eyes dimming slightly: "Yes, Miss, I have nothing..."
His expression quickly became firm, and he assured her: "I will work hard, Miss, I promise that in the future..."
"No need for later." The strange light in her eyes became brighter, and Song Youning slowly sat up. "Now is enough."
"Now?" Ji Siyun was stunned. "I recently found a pretty good part-time job, but it's a drop in the bucket compared to your expenses. Miss, please wait a little longer. I will definitely..."
The words Ji Siyun was about to say suddenly got stuck in his throat.
A slender arm wrapped around his waist, and a hot, soft body pressed tightly against his arm.
The rich aroma of jasmine tea came with the hot steam. Song Youning rested his chin on his shoulder and blew air on his neck.
"Don't wait until later, repay me now." She hugged him tighter and said, "Ji Siyun, I'm so cold."
For a moment, Ji Siyun even stopped breathing.
He sat frozen in place, not daring to move, his body so tense that his muscles ached.
His earlobes were so red that they looked like they were about to bleed, and his heart was beating wildly in his chest. After a long while, Ji Siyun heard a sound coming out of his throat, as if he was about to cry.
"Miss..."
"Hmm?" The breath of the person buried in his neck was hot, causing goose bumps on his skin.
"Hmm..." Ji Siyun groaned, tears welling up in his eyes.
"Ji Siyun... you feel so warm..." Song Youning was not so irrational as to lose all her mind just because of her illness, but the room was too cold without the floor heating and air conditioning, and there was no reason for her to go through it by herself with such a big heater.
Besides, Ji Siyun would not suffer any loss if such a young and beautiful girl threw herself into his arms.
The quilt wrapped around her loosened and slid down, revealing her shoulders and a small part of her back. Song Youning hugged Ji Siyun like a koala, rubbing her hot cheek against Ji Siyun's neck, and her tone was like she was acting coquettishly: "Cold, Ji Siyun, I'm so cold."
"Miss, don't move!" Ji Siyun gasped in shock, his chest heaving violently. In the silent night, his rapid breathing was particularly clear.
When the person who was holding him tightly stopped moving and just lay on his shoulder and cried pitifully about being cold, Ji Siyun's disordered breathing gradually calmed down. He swallowed hard, his eyes darkened, and he asked in a low voice: "Miss, are you serious?"
Song Youning had a severe headache and was only concerned about the cold. She didn't notice the suppressed tone in his voice and thought he was unhappy.
"It's cold, so cold." Song Youning said hoarsely, "You're so warm, don't be so stingy, let me hold you for a while..."
In the darkness, a blush appeared on Leng Bai's face. Ji Siyun turned his head, and his dark eyes looked down at Song Youning who was buried in his shoulder. As the corners of his lips curled up, his long arms grabbed the quilt that had slipped down and pulled it up, wrapping him and her in the quilt together.
Song Youning was running a fever and had taken medicine, so she felt drowsy and her eyelids were getting heavier. The arm that was holding Ji Siyun for warmth gradually loosened, then tightened again after she suddenly woke up.
After repeating this several times, the young man she was hugging pulled her arms away. As Song Youning closed her eyes and hummed in dissatisfaction, he turned around and hugged her in his arms.
Deeper and tighter than hers.
"Go to sleep, Miss, I won't leave." Ji Siyun stroked her long hair, which was dry and smooth, and had already dried.
Song Youning wanted to say that she didn't stop him from leaving, but her eyelids were so heavy that she couldn't lift them up at all. Her consciousness kept sinking, and finally she fell asleep peacefully in his warm arms.
In the middle of the night, the coldness in his bones turned into heat. Song Youning felt like he was locked in a big furnace. He wanted to escape but couldn't.
The sleeping young lady had red cheeks and beads of sweat on her nose. She closed her eyes and struggled in Ji Siyun's arms.
"It's hot... so hot..." Song Youning frowned and waved her hands and feet, but she couldn't break free from the arms that were hugging her.
Ji Siyun was also hot, but he refused to let go. Instead, he hugged her even tighter, not allowing her to move.
In the darkness, his pitch-black eyes were filled with strong emotions. He held Song Youning, who was struggling subconsciously, in his arms, as if he wanted to melt him into his own bones and blood.
"You were the one who wanted to hug me first." Ji Siyun lowered his eyes, his eyes full of madness.
"You provoked me."
Song Youning closed her eyes tightly and showed no sign of waking up. Ji Siyun lovingly brushed away her sweat-soaked hair that was stuck to her forehead, and pressed his cold lips against her forehead, then left immediately.
"You'll pay the price."
His voice was soft and sinister, as if filled with malice, but the look he gave her was the complete opposite, so gentle it seemed as if water could overflow.
Song Youning had a dream one night that she was escaping from the Flaming Mountain. In the dream, she was entangled by a tree demon and was chased around the mountain. She was hot and tired, and finally she could not run anymore and was entangled by the tree demon's vines.
The tree demon's face transformed into Ji Siyun, and he walked towards her, waving a whip made of vines, and said with a grin, "You can't escape from my palm."
This is outrageous!
Song Youning woke up instantly.
What caught my eye was a dazzling expanse of cold white skin. His shirt was wrinkled, with several buttons undone and the collar open, revealing a large area of his chest.
Her face was facing the open collar, and she could even clearly see the lines of his muscles.
Song Youning held her breath and tried to move back, but Ji Siyun was holding her too tightly. In this situation, she didn't dare to move too much and wake him up. After trying in vain, she simply lay there and watched.
She won't suffer any loss anyway.
You know what, Ji Siyun looks thin, but he has all the necessary muscles, and they are not excessive. They are just the right amount of thin muscles, which looks very beautiful.
But the scar on it is too unsightly, Song Youning thought with some regret.
"Have you seen enough, Miss?"
A low, hoarse voice suddenly came from above her head. Song Youning shuddered with fear. When she raised her head, she didn't peek at him with the guilt of being caught. Instead, she glared at him with her almond-shaped eyes, like a villain complaining first: "You want to scare me to death!"
Since he was awake too, Song Youning struggled to reach out his hand from his embrace and pushed Ji Siyun, "Let go when you wake up, it's so hot!"
Ji Siyun looked down at her with a calm expression. His pupils were very dark in color, and when he looked at people he always gave people a feeling of being emotionless, as if he was looking at a dead object.
Ji Siyun didn't let go of his hand until Song Youning in his arms began to look impatient.
She almost immediately stepped back and put a long distance between herself and him.
His arms suddenly felt empty. Ji Siyun secretly pinched his palms, recalling the feeling of holding her waist last night. He lifted the quilt and sat up, his shirt full of wrinkles.
Last night, Song Youning complained of being hot, but he was reluctant to let go. She tossed and turned in his arms for most of the night, her clothes becoming wrinkled and even several buttons being torn off as she struggled.
Ji Siyun sat up and buttoned his clothes slowly. Song Youning huddled at the other end of the bed, staring at him without any shyness, and even commented: "Ji Siyun, you have a nice figure."
The hand that had just buttoned one paused, and the young man's ears turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye. He turned his head to look at Song Youning. The girl was curled up in the quilt, with only her delicate little face exposed. Her round almond eyes were bright and she was looking at him with a smile.
A faint blush appeared on his pale face, and Ji Siyun heard the sound of himself swallowing. He was clearly buttoning his clothes, but his hands pretended to accidentally pull his collar open a little further.
Song Youning was completely unaware, smacking his lips, his tone filled with regret.
"It's the scar right here..."
Ji Siyun's shy expression froze on his face.
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