The American-style luxury villa was not as noisy as before; the air was quiet, yet there was a sense of oppressive heaviness.
In the living room, Xiao Wujie had a wool blanket covering his legs, his slender body sinking into the sofa. He had an IV drip in his hand, and due to his breathing difficulties caused by repeated coughing, he was put on an oxygen tube.
With his fist clenched against his lips, he coughed softly and muffledly. His handsome, flawless face turned pale and broken, and his eyes were dim and weak, revealing his sickly and haggard appearance.
On the soft, clean carpet, Yunmo knelt at his feet, her small hands gently pinching his legs covered by the blanket, her delicate, pretty face full of sweetness.
Her clear, glass-like eyes would sometimes lower slightly, and sometimes she would secretly look up at Xiao Wujie's sickly and haggard face, with a slight glint of water in her eyes.
Hearing Xiao Wujie cough twice more, barely able to contain himself, he lowered his eyes and silently picked up the hot water from the coffee table and handed it to Xiao Wujie, his pink lips slightly parted.
"Teacher, your wife said you should drink more hot water."
After speaking, she knelt down at Xiao Wujie's feet with her head slightly lowered, her small hands continuing to gently knead his legs, without saying a word.
Putting down his water glass, Xiao Wujie looked down at him and gently rubbed his head.
"Okay, stop pinching. Your knees will hurt if you keep kneeling on the carpet."
With cool, delicate fingertips, Xiao Wujie gently pinched the soft flesh on the back of his neck twice, and whispered to urge him on, "Go and keep Sister Chuwan company for a while."
The voice was still warm and gentle, but it couldn't hide the hoarseness and weakness within.
Yunmo simply knelt at his feet, head bowed, ignoring him completely.
His short frame trembled slightly without him noticing. He gripped the blanket on Xiao Wujie's lap tightly with both hands, his temples bulging as he tried his best to control himself.
Her lips trembled, and she couldn't hold back any longer; large, scalding tears fell onto Xiao Wujie's lap.
Afraid that the tears in his eyes would soak the blanket, he covered his eyes with his small hands, buried his face in Xiao Wujie's lap, and his body was convulsing after restraining himself to the extreme.
There were no deafening cries, not even a single sob.
But that pervasive yet extremely heavy sorrow, like suffocating deep water, silently drowns one.
Not far away, Leng Ruxue's eyes instantly reddened, and she buried her face in Chu Nanfeng's arms.
Xiao Wujie glared at Lu Zhufeng, who was holding Ai Ruoman, and knew that it must have been this guy who told Yun Mo about his physical condition.
With a gentle, watery light shimmering in his eyes, Xiao Wujie leaned down and gently stroked Yunmo's head with one hand.
She said softly, "It'll be alright, don't worry."
Chu Liyue and Lin Qingyi, who were walking down the stairs side by side, paused slightly upon seeing this. After a moment, Chu Liyue's face was cold and indifferent, and she raised her cold eyes slightly, silently looking at Chu Wan.
Chu Wan understood, silently walked to Xiao Wujie's side, bent down, and wrapped her arms around Yun Mo's waist from behind, as if to carry him away.
When Chu Wan picked him up, Yun Mo turned around and buried his face in Chu Wan's neck.
It wasn't until Chu Liyue removed the IV drip from Xiao Wujie's hand, picked him up horizontally, and carried him upstairs that Yun Mo slowly let out a suppressed sob that made one's throat tighten and one's heart clench.
In the bright and spacious room upstairs, Xiao Wujie lay flat on the bed, his head resting on Chu Liyue's lap. His clothes were open, and thin silver needles stood upright on his clearly defined, pale chest.
On the chair beside the bed, Lin Qingyi, dressed in an elegant cheongsam, with graceful bearing and focused eyes, carefully removed the silver needle inserted into his chest.
Her every move exuded a gentle and elegant beauty. After putting away the silver needles, she looked up at Xiao Wujie and Chu Liyue and spoke softly:
"After receiving the IV drip left by Ye Jinyu, I will administer acupuncture once a day. Be careful not to catch a cold, and you should see improvement in the next couple of days."
After saying that, he turned and left without lingering.
After the IV drip and acupuncture, Xiao Wujie looked listless. He reached out and wrapped his arms around Chu Liyue's waist, burying his face in her lower abdomen and whispering in a low voice.
"Sister, I want you to sleep with me."
Chu Liyue, who was adjusting his collar, raised an eyebrow, “…”
Is it a problem with her comprehension?
Sensing that she had stopped moving, Xiao Wujie, who had buried his face in her lower abdomen, let out a low laugh.
He slightly raised his head, gazing at her, his eyes sparkling. His dry, thin lips lightly brushed against the base of her smooth, delicate thigh, and he murmured in a low, husky voice:
"Just do whatever your sister thinks."
He deliberately emphasized a certain word in a very intriguing way.
A tingling sensation spread throughout her body. Chu Liyue gently grabbed his neck and leaned down.
The room temperature continued to rise, and an extremely ambiguous atmosphere filled the air.
...
After a long while, Chu Liyue leaned gracefully against the headboard. In her arms, Xiao Wujie lay limply, clinging to her with a look of dependence.
Pulling the blanket tighter around him, Chu Liyue's slender, warm fingertips lightly traced his sensual Adam's apple, a dark undercurrent swirling in her eyes. After a moment, she spoke in a hoarse voice:
"You...you're not listening again."
She couldn't resist again.
Xiao Wujie pressed his cheek against her heart, pulled her hand to his waist, and wanted to hug her.
Also, "You should call him 'Baby'."
Chu Liyue lowered her eyes to look at him, who was biting his lip and blinking his long eyelashes, and said in a low voice:
You were naughty today.
Xiao Wujie reached out and wrapped his arms tightly around her slender waist, his cheek gently nuzzling against her shoulder and neck, and whispered with his eyes closed:
"It's cold, so doing some exercise is good."
"Sister, you should vent too."
Chu Liyue remained silent. He was always like this, quiet and unassuming, yet able to perceive all her emotions.
Since learning that Xiao Wujie's illness had progressed to the late stage, she has been in a very bad mood.
Xiao Wujie had been trying various ways to make her happy these past two days, but without much success. He was feeling a little better today, so…
Chu Liyue gently stroked his lips with her fingers, her eyes filled with tenderness, and murmured, "Fool..."
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