Zhong Linyuan was very happy with Si Jin's attitude.
As if years of suffering had been compensated, the boy's heart pounded faster.
Soon, the motion-activated lights in the room went out, leaving only the moonlight streaming in through the window, casting a pale glow.
The light swept across the corner of the table, stopped at the foot of the bed, and then quietly dissipated.
The sky outside the window gradually brightened, and the moonlight was replaced by sunlight.
Xiao Yao, who had been locked in the dark room, woke up after a nap.
Si Jin was barely spared.
He didn't want to let the kid run wild, but Zhong Linyuan was sick, which made him unable to control his soft heart.
Moreover, they were afraid of frightening the patient, so they dared not make a sound.
But Si Jin wasn't one to suffer in silence. In retaliation, he viciously left four or five rows of teeth marks on Zhong Linyuan's shoulder.
But Zhong Linyuan didn't feel any pain.
I felt an unprecedented sense of fulfillment.
He obediently leaned against Si Jin, and after a long while, he finally managed to find the words: "Jin Jin, why aren't you saying anything?"
Si Jin was exhausted and didn't want to talk.
But the despicable instigator remained relentless, insisting on getting an answer.
"Is it... out of consideration for me?"
"But actually, brother, I really want to hear it."
Zhong Linyuan seemed to suddenly open up and start talking.
He was surprisingly like an adult, patiently coaxing Si Jin: "CV's voice must be much, much better than other people's, right?"
"You...you son of a bitch!"
Si Jin rarely swore, and he shoved the person next to him away.
He snapped, "Speak properly!"
Zhong Linyuan was scolded.
This was the first time he had been reprimanded, and he had no reaction to it.
On the contrary, I feel happy.
Ring ring—
The phone on the bedside table rang.
Zhong Linyuan turned to receive it, and a timid voice came from inside—
"Young master, I'm sorry, yesterday our area was also affected due to unstable voltage in the community."
"I'm sorry I'm only calling now because you previously gave me an order not to disturb you at night."
"Are you... alright?"
The bodyguard's voice trembled slightly as he was being questioned.
He worked here for ten years.
I once witnessed Zhong Linyuan's pitiful yet ferocious appearance when he fell ill due to a power outage.
He was clearly holding a knife and injured several bodyguards.
She hid in the corner of the bed and cried terribly.
It was as if the world was completely dark, with no light left for him.
From then on, Zhong Linyuan issued a death order.
If there is a power outage at night again, no one is allowed to interfere.
Even on the second day, I would call to make sure he was mentally and physically okay before bringing him breakfast.
But this time, the boy's voice was incredibly calm, "I'm fine, no need to bring me breakfast, I can make it myself."
This attitude made it difficult for the bodyguards to adapt.
Why hasn't the young master's illness flared up?
He nodded quickly in agreement, and after hanging up the phone, he breathed a huge sigh of relief.
Back at my post, I began to wonder: Why was the young master alright?
Was yesterday any different from usual?
Oh, oh, oh, there are definitely differences!
Mr. Li came yesterday!
Isn't Mr. Li a CV? I didn't expect him to be such a capable doctor.
… …
Inside the room, Zhong Linyuan got dressed and stood up, gently kissing Si Jin's forehead, his voice sweet and obedient: "Brother, I'll go cook for you. What would you like to eat?"
Si Jin reminded him in an unfriendly tone: "A normal person should take me to take a shower first."
However, Zhong Linyuan is not normal.
He admitted that Brother Jin was his god.
But for some reason, he instinctively hoped that the holy god could be defiled by him for a little longer.
Even if it's just to stay in this state for one more second, that would be great.
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