Chapter 12
Han Shu licked his lips, and the way he looked at Wen Zhiyu changed.
—I thought he was a weak, skinny guy, but it turns out he's got a pale, eight-pack!
With her head heavy, she looked around thoroughly.
Anyone here who knows her would say, "It's over! She's gone mad from the fever!" How could someone who has to peek through the fingers of bloggers who don't hesitate to show off their beautiful bodies on short videos be so shameless?
Ke Wenzhiyu doesn't know.
Wen Zhiyu only knew that this married woman's unfocused, misty eyes scanned his shoulders, neck, and collarbone down to his lower abdomen. She looked everywhere, but avoided the bright red incriminating evidence.
goat!
Wen Zhiyu's ears turned bright red, and he quickly pulled up his clothes and crossed his arms over his chest, saying, "We have people, witnesses, and physical evidence. Let's see how you deny it."
What a perfect image of a submissive wife being taken advantage of, and what a perfect excuse to make her take responsibility after being taken advantage of.
Han Shu belatedly raised his hand and shook it as if recalling something from afar. The unfamiliar, bouncy feel was delayed and transmitted to his brain along the nerves in his fingertips.
What...what is this texture? What's going on?!
When Wen Zhiyu saw that she was still savoring the memory, his face turned green, his ears and the side of his neck turned red, his chest muscles ached again, and his hands trembled a little.
He turned around quickly and put on his clothes, wanting to stab himself to death, and also wanting to stab this shameless woman to death!
Seeing this, Han Shu's soul, which had been burned away from his body, finally flew back, quickly lay back down, turned around, wrapped himself in a blanket from head to toe like a cocoon, and remained motionless.
After a suffocating silence, she heard Wen Zhiyu say through the blanket that he was going to heat up a bowl of porridge for her. The footsteps faded into the distance.
Help! Help! Help!
She actually touched—no, she grabbed Wen Zhiyu's pectoral muscles!!! And left three finger marks!!!
Han Shu was lying on a genuine leather sofa, but it felt as if he were lying on a charcoal fire roasting a whole lamb, with every piece of skin and flesh becoming scalding hot and even burning.
Soon after, the sound of footsteps returned.
The bottom of the bowl collided with the coffee table, making a crisp sound.
"Porridge," Wen Zhiyu said.
Han Shu was still huddled under the blanket, saying in a muffled voice, "I'll eat later."
"When is it later?"
"...Just wait a moment."
—After you leave.
Wen Zhiyu paused for a moment, then asked, "Weren't you hungry? Are you still taking your medicine?"
Han Shu remained still, and so did Wen Zhiyu. Han Shu shifted slightly inside the blanket, but Wen Zhiyu still did not move.
In the end, she gave in, threw off the blanket, slid down to sit on the floor by the sofa, moved the bowl in front of her, turned slightly to the side and let her hair fall down to block her view, adopting an ostrich-like behavior of never making eye contact.
The white rice and vegetable porridge was light and delicious. Han Shu only drank two spoonfuls before feeling much better in her stomach.
"Thank you," she said, biting her spoon.
Wen Zhiyu didn't respond. He sat down on the single sofa next to him, looked at the instruction manual for a while, and then started picking out the medicine from the aluminum foil with a crackling sound. "Two cold pills and one fever reducer."
Han Shu still tilted his head, and with two tiny fingers, he moved over like a little person, reached out, and caught it—
Wen Zhiyu said coldly, "Where are you touching?"
"I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry." Han Shu's face turned even redder. She quickly let go of his fingers, glanced at him sideways, and then tremblingly clutched the capsule.
Why does it feel so suspicious?
She despised herself in her heart. But she really didn't dare to look at him.
In a moment of panic, Han Shu swallowed the medicine whole, sniffed, and then continued drinking his porridge.
Wen Zhiyu suddenly asked, "Feeling guilty?"
"Cough cough cough—" Han Shu choked directly, "I really didn't mean to."
"Well, I'll reluctantly believe you."
Han Shu was shocked. "What do you mean 'reluctantly'? I didn't do it on purpose!"
“You touched me even though it wasn’t intentional.” Wen Zhiyu said seriously, “From now on, we need to keep a distance of more than one meter at all times.”
"..."
Han Shu's embarrassment vanished with anger. He picked up the bowl, drank it all in one gulp, and slammed it back onto the coffee table. "Thank you for the medicine. I'm going back to my room now."
Unfortunately, she forgot that she was still a patient. After suddenly standing up, her vision went black, and she fell heavily back onto the sofa.
After a while, her vision finally cleared. This time, Han Shu was more careful. She got up again and staggered around the coffee table and the large Buddha statue on the sofa. Her body temperature seemed to be rising again, and her head was starting to feel foggy. The bed was her only hope at this moment.
Unexpectedly, in the instant they passed each other, Han Shu's wrist was grabbed.
Wen Zhiyu stood up briskly. "Wait a minute."
The touch on his wrist was icy cold, like a block of ice on a sweltering summer day, its presence extremely noticeable. Han Shu stared blankly at the well-defined knuckles of the hand and said, "When you said keep your distance, was it a meter or a millimeter?"
The slap in the face came so suddenly.
She's invaded my cylinder time and time again, how come I've gotten used to it? This won't do!
Wen Zhiyu recoiled as if burned, stumbled back two steps, and coughed awkwardly, "You tonight..."
Han Shu twirled his wrist, waited several seconds without hearing anything further, and urged, "I want to go to sleep."
“Um… tonight…” Wen Zhiyu scratched his chin, “How about you sleep on the sofa?”
"Huh?" Han Shu asked, bewildered. "Why?"
Wen Zhiyu pointed to the single sofa and added, "I'll stay here with you."
"Huh?" Han Shu was still confused. "Why?"
"Aren't you sick? This will make things more convenient."
Han Shu asked incredulously, "Would it be convenient for you to take care of me?"
Wen Zhiyu gave a slight smile. "I guess so."
Han Shu stared at him for a while, then raised her hand to touch her forehead. "Am I running a high fever right now? Why am I hallucinating..."
"Hallucination?" Wen Zhiyu was startled. "What hallucination?"
Han Shu pinched herself and winced in pain. "Ouch! Is this not a hallucination? But being kind and helpful doesn't fit your persona, does it?"
That's strange.
No, she needs to observe more carefully.
Han Shu's eyes widened as she noticed that Wen Zhiyu's expression was indeed somewhat strange, and his gaze had lost the firmness he had shown when questioning her. "Tell me honestly what you're planning to do! You're not planning to take advantage of me while I'm asleep, are you?! You're not planning to kill me, are you?!"
Wen Zhiyu was speechless and choked with emotion. In the end, he had no choice but to admit, "I was afraid you would faint from the fever. What if... what if you died in my house?"
After he finished speaking, he carefully observed her expression, while preparing himself to be scolded.
To everyone's surprise, Han Shu slowly rolled his eyes, then nodded repeatedly with a sigh of relief, "Yes, yes, that makes sense now. It's definitely Wen Zhiyu."
Wen Zhiyu: ...?
Han Shu still slept on the sofa. Although Mr. Problem's motives were cold-blooded, they made a lot of sense. In case she fainted from the fever, at least there would be someone alive next to her.
I was originally going to warn Wen Zhiyu not to have any bad intentions, but the patient fell asleep less than half a minute after I lay down.
Wen Zhiyu was amazed by how quickly he fell asleep. He got up, turned off the main light, took his laptop from the study, and went back to the living room to work for a while, but his eyes kept drifting away from the screen.
The warm yellow light from the floor lamp gently fell upon the sleeping woman.
She curled up on her side, the blanket billowing up.
It's a very small ball.
Her bangs were still messy and sticking up, her features were still round and smooth, and her eyelashes were still as long as fans. But due to the abnormal body temperature, the dark circles under her eyes were particularly noticeable, and her lips had lost their color.
It's troublesome, and it's fragile. So fragile that it's almost endearing.
etc!
Pity, love?
Is he crazy?
Wen Zhiyu quickly shook his head, put on his glasses, and forced himself into focus mode.
So when Han Shu woke up groggily, this was the scene he saw.
The writer sat on the carpet beside the coffee table, his fingers flying across the paper. After tapping for a while, he pushed up his frameless glasses with his knuckles, frowning slightly as if reviewing the text.
Very focused and serious.
"Why!"
Wen Zhiyu suddenly snapped out of his daze, meeting a pair of eyes still tinged with sleep. He took off his glasses with one hand and gently pressed his knuckles against his brow. "Awake?"
"Hmm." Han Shu cleared his dry, sore throat, his voice still hoarse. "Is there any water?"
Wen Zhiyu propped himself up with one hand, and when he turned back, he was carrying a glass cup, the steaming water vapor spreading between the two of them.
Han Shu took it, propped himself up, and took two large gulps to moisten his throat. "Thank you."
Wen Zhiyu didn't respond, but picked up the thermometer and pointed it at her forehead.
"Beep—37.6 degrees Celsius."
“It’s come down,” he said.
"Hmm." Han Shu lay back down limply. "What time is it?"
Wen Zhiyu sat back down and glanced at the time on the computer. "1:30."
Aren't you going to sleep?
"Not sleepy."
He put his glasses back on, and his brow furrowed again.
His furrowed brows seemed to indicate his work status.
Han Shu watched quietly.
Being sick in a foreign land is a lonely thing, and waking up in the middle of the night is also a lonely thing. Fortunately, what I see is another person's loneliness.
When two lonely souls meet, cool colors magically melt into warm ones. Just like warm yellow light falling on him, his sharp jawline becomes blurred, and his deep features soften.
They were complete strangers, yet this very setting added a touch of feigned intimacy. Han Shu, succumbing to this illusion, asked softly, "Wen Zhiyu, are you really going to charge for the room?"
Wen Zhiyu scoffed coldly, "What do you think?"
After a nap, Han Shu's mind cleared considerably, and he finally realized, "Does that mean they don't want to accept it?"
Wen Zhiyu pressed Enter hard, "Okay."
"Then why bet seven thousand?"
"We're planning to use this opportunity to blackmail you."
"What's the meaning?"
Wen Zhiyu tilted his head slightly, looking uneasy. "I'm blackmailing you into playing a new game."
Han Shu was stunned for a moment, then burst out laughing, "If you want to play, just say so, why beat around the bush?"
Wen Zhiyu gave her a sarcastic look. "If I just told you, would you agree?"
"...It seems unlikely."
Seeing his awkward expression, Han Shu found it increasingly amusing and secretly chuckled for a while.
"Do you play vaulting and kayaking to find inspiration?"
“It’s a way of letting go,” Wen Zhiyu said calmly.
Originally, Han Shu didn't intend to say much, but he kept looking at Wen Zhiyu with undisguised curiosity. His blinking motion was exactly like that of a round cat.
He awkwardly explained, “My thoughts are always like a moving train; I can’t control the direction or the speed. Doing things that require a high degree of concentration is like stepping on the brakes, allowing me to catch my breath briefly.”
Han Shu felt a pang in his heart, a slight pain, but he couldn't quite put his finger on why.
After a while, she said, "Then when I get better from my cold, I'll play a new game with you."
Wen Zhiyu straightened up immediately. "What are you playing?"
"Hmm...have you ever played the egg-smashing game?"
"No."
Han Shu gestured, "One bowl covers one egg. We take turns breaking the bowls in rhythm. You can tap the bowls or pick them up. Whoever breaks the egg first loses."
Wen Zhiyu took off his glasses again, his dark eyes brightening several shades, and his voice became cheerful, "Okay, then, we'll play after your fever breaks!"
Han Shu chuckled to himself, "Alright, I'll teach you a few more games before I check out. Consider it repayment for the landlord's free food and medicine!"
After saying that, she turned over to face the back of the sofa. Soon after, her breathing became even and deep.
Wen Zhiyu looked towards the floor-to-ceiling window.
With the sofa back blocking the view, Han Shu wasn't reflected in the mirror; only his silhouette was visible.
Outside the window, the night was thick, the tree trunks stood straight and tall, only the treetops trembled in the wind. The typhoon was almost over.
His tenants are leaving soon.
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