Chapter 287 Jiang Chen Cried
Ye Rou was thrown onto the chair, and the kiss that blocked her lips and tongue was so overbearing that it was suffocating. She hit Jiang Chen's shoulders twice in protest, and the man let her go.
Intensive kisses fell on Ye Rou's neck. The area behind her right ear was very sensitive. Her rapid breathing, hot kisses, and slightly prickly stubble concentrated all her senses behind her ear in an instant.
Ye Rou felt numb and itchy, wanting to push him away but also wanting to pull him closer.
She smiled when she was kissed, shrank her neck, pushed him away, and complained softly, "Jiang Chen, it's so itchy."
Jiang Chen rested his arms on Ye Rou's side. He looked down at her, his eyes fixed on her, his gaze scorching deep. "Are you not angry?"
Ye Rou looked at him blankly, "What are you angry about?"
Jiang Chen froze suddenly, then quickly realized that Liu Hua hadn't told her.
It is difficult to describe Jiang Chen's feelings at the moment. He had already cleaned his neck and was waiting to die, but the guillotine fell and got stuck halfway, neither going up nor down, feeling like he was about to die.
Seeing him silent, Ye Rou squinted her eyes and looked at him, asking suspiciously, "Jiang Chen, are you hiding something from me?"
Jiang Chen felt like there was a bone stuck in his throat. He wanted to say something but didn't know how. For a moment, his expression was complicated and indecipherable.
Finally, he uttered two words stiffly: "No."
——
The dim light of early morning shone into the bedroom. The four spacious and bright windows were closed, with only the one farthest from the bed slightly opened because Ye Rou felt stuffy.
Ye Rou is allergic to flowers, so the vase in her bedroom is filled with calming herbs with a faint fragrance.
The sheets on the big bed were pink, a very dark color that didn't suit the half-naked, muscular man lying on it.
The quilt covered the man's waist, revealing his abdominal muscles.
The slender hands rested on the man's wheat-colored waist and abdomen, with a sharp contrast in color.
The owner of the little hand was held tightly by the man. He seemed to be sleeping very uncomfortably, with a furrowed brow and sobbing voice.
"Mmm—it's so hot…"
When Jiang Chen heard the sound, he subconsciously tightened his arms. He was suddenly awakened when he realized that the person in his arms was extremely hot.
Supporting his body with his arms, Jiang Chen reached out to lift his long hair, revealing a flushed face.
The palms of his big hands were covered with irritating calluses, and what was even more terrible was the man's high body temperature.
Ye Rou was already feeling uncomfortable and extremely hot, and now she felt as if she was hugging the charcoal-burning brazier tightly. She wanted to push it away, but no matter how she dodged, the brazier would stick to her.
"It's so hot and uncomfortable."
Seeing that she was in pain, Jiang Chen frowned even tighter and pressed his palm on Ye Rou's forehead.
The excessively high temperature seemed like a flame licking Jiang Chen's palm.
"Wife, you have a fever."
Ye Rou was so uncomfortable that she couldn't hear what Jiang Chen said at all.
The thin, white, and slender hands tightly grabbed Jiang Chen's clothes, "It's uncomfortable, Jiang Chen."
At this moment, Ye Rou felt like she was lying naked in a sea of fire, with flames lingering on every inch of her skin, burning her skin and burning into her internal organs.
Not only that, her head felt dizzy as if it was filled with water. Every time she moved her head, the nerves in her temples would swell and ache, as if there was a little person sitting on top of her head, repeatedly hitting it with a wooden hammer.
In a daze, she could feel the warmth of a big hand pressing on her forehead, but Jiang Chen left soon.
There was no one beside her, but Ye Rou suddenly began to feel cold.
Crystal tears rolled down from the corners of her eyes to the depths of her hair.
Ye Rou began to sob uncomfortably and softly called Jiang Chen's name.
"I am here."
When Jiang Chen came back, Ye Rou sobbed and said, "Jiang Chen, I feel bad, so bad."
The once fair little face was now as white as if transparent, without a trace of blood, the lips were dull and pale, but the cheeks were flushed with a high fever.
Jiang Chen's heart ached, and he urged Old Man Liu, who he had dragged over roughly.
"What happened to my wife?"
Liu Yutang didn't bother to scold Jiang Chen and immediately took Ye Rou's pulse.
Ye Rou felt uncomfortable, her head was dizzy and she couldn't answer the questions.
Liu Yutang simply asked Jiang Chen.
"Did Ye girl catch a cold from the wind yesterday?"
Jiang Chen thought for a moment and shook his head, "No."
"Have you had a cold drink?"
"No."
"Did it come from contact with someone with a cold and cough?"
"No."
"Strange." After hearing Jiang Chen's repeated denials, Liu Yutang smoothed his newly grown beard in frustration.
Xiaorou had caught a cold and her health was not as good as that of an average person, so she needed careful care.
But these days, Liu Yutang has urged Xiaorou to take medicine on time, so she should have recovered.
How could I suddenly catch a cold?
Seeing Liu Yutang's brows furrowed tighter and tighter, but he didn't say a word, Jiang Chen couldn't wait any longer and urged, "What's going on?"
"She caught a cold. It's okay. I'll go make some medicine now." Liu Yutang instructed, "First, cool Xiaorou down. Draw a basin of warm water and wipe her body, focusing on her forehead, neck, armpits, and abdomen."
"good."
Liu Yutang hurried away to boil the medicine.
Ye Rou felt uncomfortable and confused. Although she was not conscious, she was still there. She could feel the wet towel wiping her body. The wiped parts felt much cooler, but were soon covered by heat again.
She had a high fever again and again. She took medicine and tried to cool down her body, but it was no use. She still had a fever.
When Liu Yutang was questioned about his medical skills by Jiang Chen, he would jump up and down to refute him at first, but he was soon slapped in the face because of Ye Rou's repeated fever.
He kept saying it was strange and shouldn't happen, but everyone present was concerned about Ye Rou's illness and no one paid any attention to him.
Everyone was waiting downstairs.
Zheng Zhiyuan couldn't sit still. It had rained a lot recently and his rheumatism had flared up. His legs and feet were not very flexible and he had to use a crutch.
He walked around the living room on crutches.
Little Huihui lay listlessly on the side, following Zheng Zhiyuan around with his big eyes.
The slender hand stopped at twelve o'clock. Jiang Chen walked out of the bedroom, his frown loosened. "The fever is gone."
Zheng Zhiyuan breathed heavily, "It's good that the fever is gone."
After he breathed a sigh of relief, he felt the pain in his knees. He sat down on the sofa weakly, and his crutches fell to the side.
Liu Yutang was also frightened and broke out in a cold sweat.
Xiaorou's illness came on very strangely. She had repeated high fevers, and the temperature kept getting higher and higher. She took Western medicine, drank Chinese medicine, and used physical cooling methods, but none of them worked. The fever kept getting worse and worse.
Fortunately, this disease came on suddenly but went away quickly.
Just when we were breathing a sigh of relief, the mute woman suddenly came in with some people.
There were Ying Qin and Li Weijun who brought medicine to give Ye Rou an IV, and Liang Yushan who insisted on coming after hearing the news.
"How is Xiaorou?" Ying Qin went straight to Liu Yutang as soon as she came in.
Liu Yutang waved his hand and said comfortingly: "The fever has subsided."
Ying Qin breathed a sigh of relief and thought about going upstairs to see Ye Rou.
Liang Yushan also wanted to go up and take a look.
Jiang Chen was annoyed by their noise and drove them away with a sullen face.
——
As Jiang Chen entered the room, he met Ye Rou's gaze.
Ye Rou was half leaning against the head of the bed, and the look she gave him was cold, with freezing scrutiny and extremely subtle sarcasm.
Jiang Chen was stunned, half of his body froze, as if a basin of ice water had been poured over his head.
——Why are you looking at him like that?
Ye Rou blinked, and then returned to her usual gentleness. She said softly, "Is it a scare to be suddenly sick?"
Jiang Chen shook his head. He walked over carefully, his face pale, and stood beside the bed, like a child who had made a mistake and was punished to stand. His tall stature carried a kind of fragile fragility.
"You just..."
Why are you looking at me like that?
This sentence was like a wet ball of cotton, blocking his throat tightly and he couldn't ask.
That gaze was like his nightmare coming true, turning into a sword that pierced his heart.
Jiang Chen's fingers began to tremble slightly uncontrollably.
The handsome and gloomy face was completely frozen, his lips opened and closed, but he couldn't hear any of the words that were spoken.
Ye Rou looked at him with a smile, and saw that he had turned into a statue on the spot, with panic written all over his stiff and pale face. She sighed softly in her heart, grabbed his trembling hand, and gently pressed down his slightly spasming fingers.
She answered his question: "It's not uncomfortable anymore."
Ye Rou pulled his hand and tried to pull him onto the bed.
Jiang Chen's heart was broken by that look. The 1.9-meter-tall and strong man sat at the edge of the bed, like a young wife.
He stared at Ye Rou eagerly, wanting to get closer but not daring to.
Holding Ye Rou's hand, Jiang Chen sat on the bed with his back to her, in a very uncomfortable and awkward sitting position. He didn't bother to adjust himself and said pitifully, "Wife."
It was obviously Ye Rou who was sick, but looking at the expressions of the two at this moment, Jiang Chen, with his pale face, looked more like someone who had just recovered from a serious illness.
Ye Rou still softened her heart.
She sat up, stretched out her arms and hugged Jiang Chen, throwing herself into his arms and ruffling his messy short hair.
Surrounded by fragrance and softness, Jiang Chen buried his face in Ye Rou's neck, and his hands around Ye Rou's waist were still trembling.
The warm liquid fell on the side of her neck, and Ye Rou's body stiffened.
Jiang Chen...he was crying?
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