Yan Su, you dont even recognize my number anymore? a hoarse voice said over the receiver. She could tell that he was angry. Im your ex-boyfriend.
Yan Su was stressed out. Did he have to emphasize the fact that he was her ex?
She yawned and tried to sound as tired as possible. Its so late what are you calling for? Dont you have to sleep?
How can I sleep? Mo Liuxi said weakly. I have a fever.
Yan Su sat up and stroked her long hair. Have you asured your body temperature?
Not yet, but Im feeling all weak and my body is very warm. Mo Liuxi sounded a little breathless over the phone. Im sure I have a fever.
I thought you had dication? Yan Su wasnt feeling sleepy anymore. Do you want to call an ambulance?
I know how to call the ambulance myself. Mo Liuxi coughed. I want you to co over and take care of . Pour water and everything.
Would that help him get better?
Dont misread this, I dont want you around, Mo Liuxi said. Im not like you. I dont have a team following around and I dont even have an assistant. I cant even call the production crew over. I really shouldnt have asked but you were the reason why Im ill. My room number is 302.
He hung up before Yan Su could get in a single word.
She looked at the ti; it was four in the morning.
Jiaojiao had a long day and she couldnt bear to disturb her. She called the front desk and asked for an antipyretic and a cold compress.
Luckily the hotel was well-equipped. Yan Su walked over and knocked on the door. A minute later, the door opened, and Mo Liuxi was standing in the doorway. His handso face was flushed red, his breathing ragged and his lips chapped. He glared at her and said, What took you so long? Are you trying to get killed and get my inheritance?
Yan Su,
He was seriously ill.
Im not your wife. How will I benefit from killing you? She was speechless.
Dont change the topic. Mo Liuxi leaned against the wall and panted.
It was the first ti she saw him so weak and sick. She sighed. She couldnt bear to watch him suffer like this so she gave him the dication. I asked for so dication from the front desk. Why dont you go to the hospital? What if you beco a retard from the fever?
Co in, dont stand at the door. Mo Liuxi pulled her in before climbing into his bed. He laid down and closed his eyes. His lashes were long, and his cheeks were red from the fever.
He looked weak as a boy and she suddenly had the urge to take care of him.
Yan Su felt pathetic at the mont. She had completely let go of all her grievances against him for all the an things he had previously said to her.
He was in this state because of her though.
Yan Su sighed and approached him; she put her hand on his forehead to feel his temperature. She felt that he was burning, so she grabbed a warm towel to wipe his face and neck. She then put a cold compress on his forehead before she poured a glass of warm water for him to have his dication.
I dont have the strength Mo Liuxi said weakly. He could barely open his eyes.
Yan Su thought about how everyone was the sa when they were ill, no matter how they were normally.
She had to support his head and feed him the dication with the water.
Mo Liuxi leaned against her chest. She was wearing her pajamas and he could tell that she was wearing a bra, but her breasts felt hard. It wasnt as soft as before, and she had a soft pleasant scent around her. It slt like milk.
He was uninhibited at that mont, the fever and the dication had made him groggy. He asked, Why are your breasts so hard?
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