That night, Mo Yinhe drank the dicine Si Mingjing had prepared before sleeping.
As expected, his high fever persisted through the night. He suffered from unstoppable night sweats, and his entire body trembled from the cold.
Ye Shen had volunteered to stay and take care of Mo Yinhe. He was huddled on the bay window seat, playing gas, until he heard the sound of teeth chattering violently and sat up abruptly.
He first turned on the light, then walked to the bedside.
Ye Shen glanced at the bed. His brother, a man as tough as iron who wouldn’t even utter a sound if stabbed, was now lying there, his tall fra curled up slightly as he shivered violently, clutching the blanket tightly. His teeth chattered from the cold, and sweat rolled down his forehead like rain.
Ye Shen anxiously tended to him by the bedside for two hours, but there was no improvent. His brother’s face was as pale as a ghost’s.
If his body hadn’t still been pliant, I would’ve suspected he’d already passed away!
Ye Shen had turned the heating up to maximum and piled three layers of blankets on his brother, but there was still no sign of recovery. This scared Ye Shen out of his wits.
In the dead of night, he frantically knocked on the door of the small building.
"Miss Si, Miss Si, open the door!"
CREAK. The door opened. Si Mingjing, who had been waiting quietly in her bedroom, deliberately yawned as she erged. "What’s the matter?"
Ye Shen grabbed Si Mingjing by the arm. "Co with ! My brother can’t hold on much longer!"
"I’ve already told you..."
Ye Shen cut her off, "I know, I understand! It’s strong dicine, right? But I’m worried sick! He’s my only brother, and I swore to my sister-in-law that I’d take good care of him. You have no idea how ferocious my sister-in-law is. If she finds out I didn’t look after my brother properly, she’ll tear limb from limb! My sister-in-law is seriously super fierce! Extrely, unprecedentedly fierce! Please, just show so understanding!"
"The thing is, there’s nothing I can do either. This is just the dicine taking effect," Si Mingjing said, a cunning glint in her eyes.
Ignoring her protests, Ye Shen dragged Si Mingjing into Mo Yinhe’s bedroom and practically pushed her to the bedside.
Then, clasping his hands together in a plea, he said, "Miss Si, please! My brother has to stay alive for my sister-in-law’s return! She can’t beco a widow!"
He even blurted out, "Do you even know any dicine?"
He’d heard she saved Xiaobai with a single punch, which made him think her dical skills were superb. But now, Ye Shen wasn’t so sure...
If this woman ends up killing my brother, my sister-in-law will haunt and never let off the hook!
Ye Shen finally lost his temper. "Miss Si, if anything happens to my brother, I’ll have your life!"
Si Mingjing’s lips quirked.
Her gaze fell upon the bed. The man who, during the day, exuded a compelling aura and was enveloped in an icy deanor, was now genuinely shivering, his teeth chattering. His tall fra was curled on its side, covered with three layers of blankets, yet his face remained as pale as a ghost’s. For so reason, an uncontrollable ache spread through her heart.
It was as if his suffering was like a knife slicing through her own flesh.
I must be crazy. Why would I feel such a perverse emotion?
Is it just because he’s handso? Even drenched in cold sweat, teeth chattering, the charm of his features hasn’t diminished in the slightest. So attractively frail, yet so proud?
Si Mingjing pressed her fingers firmly to her brow and dismissed Ye Shen. "You should leave first. I don’t want any bystanders present for the next part of the treatnt."
"Alright, no problem."
Ye Shen strode out with long legs, not forgetting to close the door behind him. He then popped a mint into his mouth to keep himself alert, standing guard outside the door, not moving an inch.
Si Mingjing locked the door from the inside, rembered to turn off the light, and then walked to the bedside.
Faint moonlight spilled in through the window, reflecting in her dark pupils. Slowly, a dazzling, gilded brilliance began to suffuse them, as if flas were flowing deep within her eyes...
Then, from Si Mingjing’s smooth forehead, two slightly slanted Coral Horns erged. They seed to have absorbed the essence of a myriad of colors; they were silvery-white and translucent, exuding a crystalline luster.
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