Chapter 115 Flower Kiss Therapy
After returning to school, Yun Zhan changed his previous lazy attitude and began to study diligently.
My life revolves around the classroom, the library, and home; I've hardly ever gone out to play.
That day, sunlight streamed through the library's glass windows, falling on the open textbooks. Yun Zhan's hand holding the pen didn't pause for a moment; the pen tip flew across the notebook, leaving neat handwriting.
Why are you suddenly working so hard?
Suddenly, the mechanical voice of "21" rang in his mind. With a hint of curiosity, Yun Zhan, though not lazy in the past, had never shown such a strong drive to seize every second.
Yun Zhan paused, his hand holding the pen. "Mington School values grades quite a bit. Students with good grades will be given more opportunities. I want to improve my grades first and plan for my future with Wen Sixue."
Yun Zhan paused, then coughed a few times. His throat was always a little dry from staying up late to study.
Yun Zhan paused for a moment before continuing, "Once I get first place, I can change seats whenever I want. I'll sit near Wen Sixue then, and no one should dare to target her at school anymore."
The library was quiet, with only the sound of turning pages and pens scratching across paper.
Looking at the densely packed notes on his notebook, Yun Zhan had already clearly outlined his plans for the future.
She wanted to accompany Wen Sixue to graduate smoothly from Mingdun School, so that those who looked down on Wen Sixue because of her family background would not dare to say a single word of gossip again.
After graduation, she was confident she could provide Wen Sixue with a good life. A house for two, three meals a day, four seasons a year—that would be enough for them to live a simple and peaceful life together.
"You've planned out the whole process."
There was a hint of approval in 21's voice.
Yun Zhan smiled slightly, picked up his pen again, and looked at the textbook: "She is so good, I can't let her suffer."
A week later, the results of the end-of-month test were released.
As the crowd in front of the notice board gradually dispersed, Yun Zhan casually traced his name on the notice board with his fingertips.
"You did so well on the exam!" 21 praised Yun Zhan.
Yun Zhan turned his head to the side, but there was no light in his eyes. He simply raised his hand to rub his shoulder and said, "This is nothing."
As the evening breeze swept by, Yun Zhan subconsciously shrank his neck, a tickling sensation rising in his throat, forcibly suppressing the cough that welled up in his mouth.
I've been coughing a lot lately, could it be that I've caught a cold?
At first, it was just a tightness in my throat when I woke up in the morning. Later, it became a frequent coughing fit when I looked down during class. Then, at night, when I had a low-grade fever, I felt cold all over, even my fingertips felt cold.
Wen Sixue mentioned it to Yun Zhan several times, but Yun Zhan didn't take it to heart.
Wen Sixue could only replace the warm water in her thermos with boiled pear soup every day, and quietly drape a thin blanket over her shoulders when she stayed up late studying.
The worry in her eyes grew heavier each day, and she even spoke in a softer tone.
That night, the two walked back to their residence from the library. The motion-activated lights in the hallway turned on and off with each footstep. Upon entering, Yun Zhan didn't look for materials as usual. Instead, she sat at her desk in a daze for a while until Wen Sixue placed a warm milk beside her. Only then did she come to her senses and open her textbook.
The sound of pages turning was very soft, but it was quickly interrupted by a suppressed cough.
Yun Zhan leaned down, rested his elbows on the table, covered his mouth tightly with his hands, coughed until his shoulders trembled slightly, and even his breathing became rapid.
Wen Sixue stood to the side, looking at the white tips of her ears under her drooping hair, and finally couldn't help but walk over and gently pat her back: "Don't stay up late, go to sleep first."
"fine."
Yun Zhan straightened up, his voice hoarse from a cold, his fingertips still tracing the edge of his textbook: "If you're sleepy, you should go to sleep first..."
Just as Yun Zhan was about to continue turning the pages of the book, the itch in his throat surged up again, so he had to turn his head away and cough a few times at the night outside the window, a thin layer of red appearing in his eyes.
Wen Sixue didn't say anything more, but bent down, picked up the book beside her, and gently closed it.
The warm light of the desk lamp fell on the two of them. She looked at the bloodshot eyes of Yun Zhan, reached out and touched her forehead. Her fingertips touched something warm, indicating a low fever.
"If your health collapses, no amount of preparation will help."
Her voice was soft and gentle: "I'll go get your medicine, you lie down first."
Yun Zhan leaned back in her chair, the itch in her throat rising again. She lowered her head and covered her mouth, coughing until her chest felt tight, and even the glow of the desk lamp swayed.
There was no sound behind me, only the soft rustling of slippers scraping the floor.
She assumed Wen Sixue was going to get a blanket and didn't turn around until a faint scent of ginger wafted into her nostrils, at which point she looked up...
Wen Sixue stood by the table, holding a white porcelain cup. She wore a thin, pure white silk robe with the neckline hanging loosely on her shoulders, revealing a small patch of delicate collarbone. The fabric clung to her figure, vaguely outlining the curves of her waist and abdomen.
Her hair was unbound, loosely draped down her back, the ends still slightly damp, with a few stray strands falling beside her cheeks.
The warm yellow light fell on her face, making her small, delicate face appear even more exquisite. The corners of her eyes were tinged with a faint red, from the steam while she was cooking in the kitchen...
She stood with her long legs crossed, the hem of her robe only reaching mid-thigh, revealing her clean-lined knees. She looked extremely sexy, but the ginger tea she held in her hand added a touch of soft innocence.
"Sweetie, drink this first."
Wen Sixue handed over the cup, the cup wall was at just the right temperature, not hot enough to burn your mouth.
Wen Sixue didn't say much, just stood aside and watched Yun Zhan take the cup, her worry hidden deep in her eyes: "It's made with ginger and brown sugar, it can help suppress a cough."
Yun Zhan held the cup, his fingertips accidentally brushing against the back of her hand, feeling only a slight coolness...
It's likely that they were dressed too lightly and caught a chill after spending too much time in the kitchen.
She lowered her head and took a sip of ginger tea. The spicy warmth slid down her throat, suppressing the annoying itch...
Why are you dressed so scantily?
Yun Zhan put down his cup and reached out to pull her wrist so she would move closer to the heater.
Her gaze fell on Wen Sixue, and she forgot to speak for a moment. The silk fabric of her robe shimmered softly under the light, making her bare shoulders and neck appear even more delicate. Her long hair, which fell loosely down her back, had a fluffy curve, and even the stray hairs hanging by her cheeks exuded a shy charm.
Wen Sixue felt uncomfortable under her gaze, her fingertips secretly clenching the hem of her robe, and she gently bit her lower lip...
She had specially found this bathrobe because Yun Zhan had been buried in books lately, and the two of them had even hugged each other less often before bed. She wanted Yun Zhan to see her more often.
Before Yun Zhan could speak, Wen Sixue took a deep breath, picked up her cup, walked around the desk, and gently sat on Yun Zhan's lap.
A soft weight rested on his knees, carrying the faint scent of her shower gel. Yun Zhan subconsciously reached out to support her waist, his palm touching the warm skin beneath the silk fabric, and his heart skipped a beat.
Their breaths instantly became close, Wen Sixue's hand rested on Yun Zhan's shoulder, and the tip of her nose almost touched her forehead.
The warm yellow light reflected in her eyes, blurring them with a hazy, watery glow. She tilted her head slightly, her lips gently pursed, and with obvious anticipation, she moved closer and closer to Yun Zhan.
Yun Zhan blushed and his heart pounded, but just as Wen Sixue's lips were about to touch his, he turned his head away.
The warm breath brushed against my cheek, carrying the warmth of ginger tea, but it didn't land where it should.
Wen Sixue paused, the light in her eyes dimmed instantly, and her fingers loosened slightly.
"It will be contagious to you."
Yun Zhan's voice was terribly hoarse, carrying the fatigue of a cold. She raised her hand and gently touched Wen Sixue's cheek, her fingertips feeling cool.
"I'm still coughing, don't get so close."
Wen Sixue's fingers slowly moved to Yun Zhan's lips, her fingertips gently caressing her slightly cool lips, the movement as light as touching a fragile treasure.
Her lowered eyes were filled with warm yellow light, radiating an irresistible tenderness. Her voice was low, carrying a hint of unyielding stubbornness.
"It's okay, it's not the flu, it's not contagious."
As soon as she finished speaking, she gave Yun Zhan no more chance to dodge, tilted her head slightly, and gently pressed her lips to his.
The soft touch landed on her lips, carrying the faint scent of her shower gel and the subtle sweetness of ginger tea.
Yun Zhan's body stiffened instantly. The itch in his throat seemed to be suppressed by this sudden tenderness, leaving only the increasingly rapid heartbeat in his chest.
Wen Sixue didn't dare to use too much force, but gently rubbed her lips against hers like a kitten, again and again, with a cautious and tentative approach.
After a few seconds, she slightly increased the pressure, her tongue lightly sweeping across Yun Zhan's lower lip, with a hint of timidity, yet exceptionally tender.
Yun Zhan's breathing suddenly became heavy. He subconsciously raised his hand to hold her waist, his fingertips sinking into the silk fabric, but he did not push her away.
She couldn't resist Wen Sixue's gentleness, and even more so, she couldn't resist the care hidden within their intimacy.
Their lips lingered, touching and parting, parting and pressing together again, without any overly passionate movements, yet filled with ambiguous tenderness. Wen Sixue's breath gently brushed against Yun Zhan's cheek, carrying a warm scent that instantly flushed the tips of her ears.
It wasn't until Yun Zhan couldn't help but cough that the two slowly separated, a faint strand of saliva still connecting their lips, shimmering under the lamplight.
Wen Sixue's cheeks were as red as ripe cherries, and the tip of her nose was also tinged with a light pink. She leaned gently on Yun Zhan's shoulder, her voice hoarse from the kiss.
"See, it's alright."
Yun Zhan didn't speak, but tightened his arms around her waist, holding her even closer in his embrace.
"Let me feed you ginger tea."
Wen Sixue looked at Yun Zhan's reddened ear tips, a faint smile spreading across her eyes. She picked up the white porcelain cup beside her, tilted her head back, and took a sip.
The warm liquid of ginger tea lingers on the tip of the tongue for a moment, suppressing the spiciness of the ginger and leaving only the sweetness of brown sugar.
She didn't swallow, but leaned slightly closer to Yun Zhan again.
Before Yun Zhan could respond, Wen Sixue pressed her lips to his.
With the warmth of ginger tea, his tongue gently pried open her lips and teeth, slowly passing on the sweetness.
Yun Zhan's body tensed instantly, but he didn't push her away. He felt the warm sweetness spread along his tongue, along with the softness between Wen Sixue's lips, and it seeped into his heart, diluting his previous resistance to ginger tea.
She subconsciously raised her hand and held Wen Sixue's waist, her fingertips sinking into the soft skin beneath the silk nightgown, feeling the gentle trembling of the person in her arms.
Wen Sixue's kiss was light, yet it carried an unmistakable tenderness. Every touch of her tongue seemed to be carefully tracing the shape of her lips, and even the ginger tea that was brought over was tinged with a sweet and soft aroma.
After drinking it all in one gulp, Wen Sixue didn't leave immediately, but instead gently rubbed her lips against hers.
"Is it sweet? I added a lot of brown sugar."
She knew that Yun Zhan liked sweets…
Despite having drunk ginger tea, Yun Zhan felt parched. Looking at his reflection in Wen Sixue's eyes, his heart pounded so hard it felt like it would burst out of his chest.
She didn't actually like the spiciness of ginger tea, but the lingering sweetness on her lips and the soft, warm texture made her want more.
Yun Zhan tilted his head slightly, leaned closer, and rubbed his nose against Wen Sixue's cheek, his voice hoarse: "I want to drink more."
Wen Sixue's ears turned red instantly, but she still obediently drank another sip of ginger tea and leaned over to help again.
This time, Yun Zhan didn't passively accept it anymore. Instead, he gently held the back of her neck and deepened the kiss, which was sweet with ginger tea.
As their lips intertwined, the spiciness of the ginger was completely overwhelmed by sweetness, leaving only their intertwined breaths and the ever-burning excitement in their hearts.
Only after the ginger tea in the cup was finished did Wen Sixue step back slightly, leaning on Yun Zhan's shoulder and breathing softly.
"I didn't like drinking this kind of thing before, but now it seems sweeter than I expected."
Wen Sixue looked up at her, her eyes filled with tears, and gently bit her fingertip: "Jiang Cha is sweet, and I am sweet too."
Yun Zhan chuckled and tightened his arms around her, holding her even closer. The night outside the window was deep, and the warm light from the lamp fell on the two of them, filling the air with a sweet and soft warmth.
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