Yuan Yung noticed his expression was off, and knew the drug was definitely taking effect. She held back a laugh, sitting there and slowly savoring his increasingly uncomfortable expression.
Huo Junting was fully aware of the little mischievous intent in this girl’s heart. He closely scrutinized her little face, thoroughly capturing the rare playfulness in her eyes.
That kind of look was sothing he hadn’t seen in a long ti, so he didn’t want to miss even a bit of it.
Then, he drank all the soup in the bowl in one gulp, stood up from his seat, and said, "I’m feeling a bit uncomfortable. Let’s stop here for today. Your... good intentions are appreciated."
"Okay." Yuan Yung stifled her laughter.
Although she had bought a lot of laxatives, she didn’t use them all. She only put a little in the chicken soup. She had specifically checked online for the dosage, and at most, it would make him go to the bathroom five or six tis—
A grown man should be able to handle five or six trips.
Yuan Yung looked at the remaining dishes and thought she shouldn’t waste too much, so she picked up her chopsticks and grabbed so minced at eggplant. As soon as she put it in her mouth, she imdiately spat it out—it was simply too awful.
Nearly two years had passed, and her cooking skills were still as bad as ever, yet the man had actually finished a whole bowl of chicken soup.
He really was... fearless.
She rembered when she used to cook for him, every ti he finished eating, he had a look of wanting to cry but having no tears, which was especially amusing.
Now... she would never see that again.
Thinking of this, shadows once again appeared in Yuan Yung’s eyes. Everything felt flavorless, even the act of drugging Huo Junting with a laxative—a task that should have been enjoyable—no longer interested her.
She glanced at the dishes on the table, then returned upstairs with a desolate heart.
——
Yuan Yung didn’t know how long she had slept. Anyway, when she woke up, she found herself covered in sweat again.
The sticky feeling made her a bit uncomfortable. She got up to go to the bathroom to wipe herself with hot water. When she walked out, she heard strange noises outside...
They were stumbling, neither too light nor too heavy, but each sound hit her sensitive nerves perfectly.
She thought, could there be a burglar?
Tiptoeing to the doorway, she opened a crack in the door. The dim hallway light spilled in a little. Seeing that there seed to be no one, Yuan Yung boldly stuck her head out to look left and right—
At that mont, a hand reached out from her left side, grabbing her wrist tightly, "What are you looking at?"
The man’s deep and weak voice was like a ghost in the night.
Yuan Yung bit her lip, "Huo Junting, is that you?"
"It’s ."
The next second, the hand that originally held her wrist moved all the way up to her shoulder, and before her was an enlarged, pale, handso face—
Yuan Yung was instinctively scared and stepped back, but he quickly pulled her over, directly bringing her into his arms. A voice ca from above her head, "You really are ruthless."
"To give so much laxative—"
"If I had known you would go so hard, I wouldn’t have drunk that bowl of soup."
"..."
What, he already knew there was sothing wrong with the soup, so why did he still drink it?
At this mont, Yuan Yung was in the man’s arms, and she felt he was very hot, his body temperature much higher than hers—
"Huo Junting, do you have a fever?"
The man flicked her forehead, "Keep your voice down, Sister-in-law Zhang and the others are asleep. Do you want to wake them all up?"
"Yes, I should indeed be quieter." Yuan Yung’s mind suddenly started to get a bit ssy, "Is it because of... the laxative that you’re having a fever?"
Impossible. With his physical condition, it’s impossible for him to have a fever because of that little laxative.
"First, help lie back on the bed, then bring so fever dicine. You should have so here."
Seeing him like this, Yuan Yung was really confused, instinctively following his instructions and bringing the dicine in front of him, "Get up, take your dicine."
The man glanced at her, "Where’s the water?"
"Oh, I was a bit rushed just now and forgot. Wait a mont... ah..."
The man on the bed suddenly sat up, grabbed her wrist and pulled her over, and the two of them fell straight onto the bed.
They locked eyes, with her on top and him underneath.
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