Shen Zhiyi felt the blanket being grabbed by a pair of large hands, and quickly sat up and hid inside!
She wrapped herself up from head to toe, leaving only her face exposed to him.
My heart pounded as I met Ike no Yoshino's eyes.
I thought to myself.
She looks nine-tenths like her brother.
As long as it's not exposed elsewhere, it shouldn't be discovered, right?
Chi Wangye's hand, which was gripping the blanket, fell silent.
He looked up.
He met a pair of deer-like, moist eyes.
It was shiny, with a reddish tinge on the tip of its nose and the cupid's bow.
Her cheeks were also rosy.
Her red lips parted slightly, revealing her small, pearly teeth, as she looked at him somewhat nervously.
Chi Wangye's heart skipped a beat.
The movement froze in mid-air.
How did he feel...?
Shen Nanfeng looks kind of cute today, doesn't she?
Did he used to look like this?
Chi Wangye's gaze fell on her slightly parted lips, and when he saw the round and cute little cupid's bow in the center, the word "delicate and luscious" inexplicably rolled through his mind.
He was startled by his own thought.
He suddenly took two steps back.
His Adam's apple bobbed, he suppressed his daze, tightened his jaw, and put on his usual fierce and sharp expression, looking at her with a somewhat cold and hard demeanor.
"I thought you had died of illness."
"So weak, you got this badly injured after just a couple of punches?"
"Shen Nanfeng, are you made of paper?"
Shen Zhiyi frowned as she listened to his words.
Did he hit his brother?
She immediately looked up and glared at him angrily.
Her gaze, however, inadvertently fell to his large, slightly curled hand beside him.
Her fingers were broad and long, like cold jade.
The fingerprints on my body were almost identical...
Just thinking about these hands, the hands that have massaged...
Shen Zhiyi's face instantly turned bright red. She turned her head away and shrank further into the blankets.
"Are you mute?"
Chi Wangye spoke coldly and sarcastically.
His gaze couldn't help but drift towards her face, as if drawn to her by a magnet.
"You say so much, but don't reply to a single word."
"Weren't you quite the snarler last night?"
He saw her face growing redder and redder, his brows furrowed, and he reached for her blanket.
"If you're sick, go get treatment."
"If you get sick from being cooped up, who's responsible?"
He used his large hand to forcefully rip off her blanket.
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