Shen Zhiyi blushed slightly as she thought about the cause of her illness.
But she didn't dare tell him when he was 19.
He simply said, "What else could it be? It's all because you, at 29, have been exploiting me too much, which is why I got sick."
“That old man is no human being,” Xiao Xu said. “If I were by my sister’s side, I would definitely take good care of her and make sure she doesn’t get sick.”
"Is it hot, sister?"
"I wish I could hold my sister. It's so cold here, and my body is freezing. I could help cool her down."
Shen Zhiyi thought to herself, "Your embrace isn't cold at all..."
Hotter than a rolling stone...
Hard and hot...
As she thought about it, her cheeks flushed even more.
No, I can't think about it anymore...
My head is spinning...
She tore off the fever-reducing patch and was about to replace it when the doorbell rang.
Shen Zhiyi thought the medicine she had ordered had finally arrived. She put on her slippers and got up, feeling dizzy, to open the door.
She opened the door and saw Bo Xu standing outside.
He seemed to have fully recovered, wearing an open camel coat over a black fitted turtleneck cashmere sweater, looking both noble and elegant.
She looked completely different from how sickly she was yesterday.
Looking into her eyes, they were no longer confused, but filled with intense scrutiny and aggression.
Shen Zhiyi felt her body burning hot when she met his gaze.
"Mr. Bo?!"
She instinctively took a step back. "What brings you here?"
Bo Xu's gaze swept over her flushed face, and he reached out and pressed his hand against her forehead.
"Shen Zhiyi, do you have a fever?"
He suppressed his deep worry, took a step closer, stared intently at her, and asked in a commanding tone, "Tell me, how did you get sick?"
He hoped she would tell him that what happened yesterday was not an illusion or a figment of his imagination.
Rather, it actually happened—
He kissed her.
And she never refused.
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