Even if the other person is one of her own personalities, she will not allow it because this handsome boy is hers, the Ye Qingliu that belongs to her, Bai Zhiye.
(Bai Mei, when you get ruthless, you even get jealous of yourself)
"Don't you want a reward?"
The other party just said "hmm".
Bai Zhiye's hand had unknowingly gently supported the back of Ye Qingliu's neck, while the other hand gently but firmly stroked his cheek, brushing away a strand of his messy hair.
Then, her lips landed accurately on Ye Qingliu's lips, with an unquestionable strength and deep emotion. She touched lightly at first, and then gradually deepened the kiss.
The tip of her tongue gently pried open Ye Qingliu's teeth, and her tongue intertwined with his passionately, as if she wanted to convey all her worries, heartaches and passionate love to Ye Qingliu deeply through this kiss.
Ye Qingliu's face, originally pale from illness, now flushed slightly from the sudden kiss. He held Bai Zhiye's hand tightly, as if to draw more strength and warmth from her.
The kiss lasted for a long time, until his breathing became rapid and heavy. Bai Zhiye finally let him go, her eyes flashing with satisfaction and pride. She seemed to have forgotten that he was still a patient.
"Qingliu...are you okay?"
Ye Qingliu hung "weakly" on Bai Zhiye's body, his arms around her neck from behind, a cunning light flashing in his eyes.
"What do you think?"
The boy's warm breath was close to her ear, and her whole body suddenly felt like static electricity, unable to react at all.
It seems like when facing... him... I always lose control unconsciously... He puts on that aggrieved expression, and I just want to bully him...
What's wrong with me... Am I sick?
"Qingliu... I'm not..."
Before Bai Zhiye could finish this sentence, Ye Qingliu fainted.
Looking at the unconscious Ye Qingliu, Bai Zhiye covered him with a blanket and left the room.
As soon as I came out, I met the housekeeper.
"Young Master, how is he?"
"I gave him some medicine and now he's lying down to rest."
"Ms. Lin, thank you."
"Miss Lin, the young master is a good boy, but he has bad luck and lives a hard life."
"I hope Miss Lin won't let the young master down."
Butler Zhao was also an experienced person, so he could naturally see the subtle relationship between her and his young master, so he reminded her.
"Well, Grandpa Butler, I understand."
After Bai Zhiye said this to the housekeeper, she left the Ye family.
The housekeeper was naturally not idle either, but went to the kitchen to make porridge for Ye Qingliu.
Wait till the afternoon...
At dusk, an orange sunset hung in the sky. The afterglow shone through the half-closed curtains onto the face of Ye Qingliu who was sleeping soundly, giving him a layer of light golden glow.
Inside the room, the light became soft and warm, and the air was filled with a tranquil yet slightly melancholic atmosphere. Ye Qingliu slowly opened his eyes, and the world before him seemed to be covered by a layer of gauze, seeming a little unreal.
Ye Qingliu tilted his head. The rustling of leaves outside the window was particularly clear in the quiet of dusk. He slowly sat up and stretched, his body still lingering with sleepiness.
Although his fever had subsided, his body was still a little sluggish. He couldn't recall ever being this seriously ill. This sudden cold had caught him off guard and kept him bedridden for a long time.
He changed his clothes and slowly went downstairs. As soon as he went down, he smelled a very fragrant smell.
"Young Master, you're awake. Are you feeling better?"
The butler asked with concern.
"It's getting better..."
Ye Qingliu replied.
The housekeeper got up and went to the kitchen to bring him a bowl of steaming porridge.
"Young Master, come and drink it while it's hot."
Ye Qingliu took the bowl from the butler and said, "Thank you."
"Young Master, you are too polite."
It was a bowl of vegetable porridge, perfect for those recovering from a serious illness. Tender green leaves intertwined with golden corn kernels, garnished with bright red diced tomatoes and orange shredded carrots, adding infinite vitality to the porridge.
The porridge is crystal clear, and the essence of rice grains and vegetables are perfectly blended during the slow cooking, exuding a fresh and tempting aroma.
Ye Qingliu sat down slowly, picked up the spoon beside him and gently drew a circle on the surface of the porridge. The delicate porridge began to ripple gently as the spoon moved.
Then he carefully scooped up a spoonful of porridge, blew it gently to cool it down, and put it into his mouth.
At that moment, warmth spread from the tip of the tongue to the whole body. The sweetness of vegetables and the softness of rice porridge intertwined in the mouth, as if they could dispel all the cold and illness.
"How is it, young master?"
“It tastes delicious.”
Hearing Ye Qingliu's evaluation, a satisfied smile appeared on the butler's face.
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