Chapter 110: Miss, do you hate me?
At this moment, the bed moved, and Zhao Yun's face, as pure as washed snow, half-hidden from the quilt, her black hair lying flat in front of her body. "The bed is warm, young lady, won't you come up and sleep?"
The soft and gentle voice was like a small hook with a fishing line, drawing Chen Shuwei to the couch.
Only then did Shen Shuwei realize that her second brother was right. Zhao Yun was a vixen.
Zhao Yun's eyebrows curved, and she pretended not to notice Chen Shuwei's cold eyes. She moved away graciously and made room for him. "It's freezing cold, and the young lady fell into the water. If she sleeps on the ground, she'll catch a cold tomorrow."
Chen Shuwei made up his mind, extinguished the lights, and lay down with his outer robe closed. "I fell into the water and I don't know who caused it."
In the silent darkness, Shen Shuwei heard Zhao Yun laugh softly, and then a source of heat came over him.
"Does the young lady hate me?"
The bed was not big to begin with, and with their shoulders touching, their heartbeats seemed to blend into one.
Shen Shuwei wanted to push the person away, but when her hand was already on her shoulder, she felt the roughness of the gauze, so she silently withdrew her hand.
Hate Zhao Yun? She thought she should hate him.
He deceived her, took advantage of her, implicated the entire Shen family in danger, and even treated her like a fool.
But as soon as she closed her eyes, all she thought of was the fire in Yunxiu Tower, the sweet autumn pear soup, and the uncontrollable kiss.
Chen Shuwei turned his face to the outside and said, "Go back and release my elder brother from the Dali Temple."
"I have no business interfering with the dispute between you and Crown Prince Zhao Yue, but Chen Heng's decades of hard study cannot be ruined by the two of you."
There was no movement from the person behind him, so Shen Shuwei didn't care and closed his eyes, forcing himself to fall asleep.
When he woke up the next day, Shen Shuwei came into view and saw a piece of half-covered and half-exposed fair skin, and above that was Zhao Yun's smiling face.
"Awake?" Zhao Yun lifted a strand of Shen Shuwei's hair and twisted it gently.
Shen Shuwei just realized that he had buried himself in Zhao Yun's arms without knowing when. One of Zhao Yun's arms was on his waist, and the two of them were in a very intimate posture.
Noticing the change in Shen Shuwei's expression, Zhao Yun tactfully let go of his hand, but what he said made Shen Shuwei want to slap him.
"Maybe it was because it was cold last night, and the young lady was frozen. In the second half of the night, she kept trying to get into my arms." Zhao Yun sighed softly, like a young man who had been insulted and forced to become a good man. "Should the young lady be held responsible for this? After all, my body-"
Shen Shuwei quickly covered Zhao Yun's mouth with her hands, her cheeks flushed slightly. She sat up with shame and anger and looked at him, "Shut up."
Zhao Yun raised his eyebrows slightly, opened his mouth slightly, and slid the wet tip of his tongue across Chen Shuwei's palm.
Chen Shuwei withdrew his hand as if he had been electrocuted, and immediately clenched it into a fist.
Where did Zhao Yun come from? This fox spirit has so many tricks up his sleeve.
Zhao Yun saw Shen Shuwei's expression and laughed muffledly, his chest rising and falling.
But he didn't laugh for a few seconds before he started coughing. Chen Shuwei had sharp eyes and caught a glimpse of the blood foam he coughed up.
He frowned, cursed the sickly boy inwardly, put on his shoes resignedly, and went out to boil medicine for him and himself.
It's strange to say, but before she went to sleep last night, she felt severe pain in several parts of her body. After waking up, not only did the pain ease a lot, but she also felt warmth all over her limbs.
If she was a ball of wet cotton last night, feeling weak all over, now she is a ball of dried cotton, feeling light and comfortable all over.
After watching Chen Shuwei leave, Zhao Yun closed his eyes and lay quietly on the couch, his chest rising and falling slightly.
If it weren't for the eyelashes still trembling slightly, he would have looked like a dead person.
As soon as Shen Shuwei's medicine was cooked, Aunt Yan came over enthusiastically with two bowls of porridge and a plate of greasy fried bacon. "Miss, you got up so early. This is the rice porridge I cooked. You can share it with your husband."
Shen Shuwei wiped his hands and took it, somewhat helplessly arguing: "Aunt Yan, the one inside is really not my husband, he and I——"
"Oh, are you young? Aunt Yan understands everything." Aunt Yan gave her a look that everyone understood, and pushed Shen Shuwei in.
Shen Shuwei carried the tray in and saw that the rice porridge was thick and the bacon was generous in portion. She knew that Aunt Yan had put a lot of thought into it.
He placed Zhao Yun's bowl of porridge and medicine on the bedside and said, "Get up and eat."
Zhao Yun sat up coughing. Chen Shu glanced at him slightly. His face was as pale as if it was covered with several layers of powder, and his lips were also bloodless.
Chen Shuwei frowned slightly, resigned himself to his fate and stuffed a soft pillow behind him, then picked up the bowl of porridge and scooped a spoonful to his lips.
If she hadn't felt much better today, Zhao Yun would have had to lie down and drink.
Zhao Yun quietly drank a bowl of porridge and a bowl of medicine, then lay back down peacefully. It was rare that he didn't make any trouble.
Shen Shuwei felt that he didn't have the energy to do it anymore.
I felt much better after taking some medicine and resting for a night, but this guy seemed to have been drained of his energy in the middle of the night.
Shen Shuwei was worried about Shen Heng who was still in the Dali Temple, and wanted to return to Beijing, but he had Zhao Yun, a sickly person who could not move, by his side.
She had no choice but to rest in Qingshi Village for two days, during which time Aunt Yan brought her three meals a day. The children in the village heard from somewhere that two beautiful figures, like fairies from a painting, had come to Aunt Yan's house, and they all rushed to join in the fun.
Shen Shuwei had just returned from the village doctor's shop after getting some medicine. As soon as he stepped into the yard, he heard some chattering coming from the room.
"Aunt Yan said that you and that sister were not allowed to escape from home. Is that true?" A chubby little boy asked in a loud voice.
Zhao Yun leaned against the soft pillow she had packed during the day, a faint smile on her lips. "She treats me very well, but her brother doesn't like me."
After saying this, he sighed and hesitated, "It's also because I didn't do well enough, that's why—"
This made the little boy who was listening to the story feel very distressed. He took out a piece of candy from his bosom and stuffed it into Zhao Yun's hand. "That sister makes medicine for you every day. She must like you."
"Really?" Zhao Yun said softly.
The children nearby nodded in agreement.
Zhao Yun smiled slightly, and this smile also stunned the children.
The adults outside did not lie to them. The young man living in Aunt Yan's house was really handsome.
Chen Shuwei pursed his lips tightly, came in, pushed Zhao Yun, who had tricked the child into giving him candy, back to his bed, and took the candy out of his hand and stuffed it back into the little boy, "Don't listen to his nonsense, go back quickly."
Seeing Chen Shuwei's cold face, the children didn't dare to pester Zhao Yun to listen to his stories anymore and went out obediently.
After everyone left, Chen Shuwei glanced at Zhao Yun and asked, "When will your people come to pick you up?"
If she lets him stay any longer, the whole Qingshi Village will probably know that she and Zhao Yun are a pair of star-crossed lovers.
"No rush. They are busy searching for Zhao Yue right now. It will probably take some time." Zhao Yun said with his eyes closed.
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