"Jun Ting, what are you doing? Let go of !"
Yu ng struggled fiercely, her hand being held by him. She wanted to resist but was powerless. Plus, their posture was extrely awkward now, she could only prop herself up with one hand to avoid physical contact with him.
Even so, she clearly felt the hand on her lower back, continuously exerting force to press her towards him.
"Jun Ting—"
She was anxious and furious.
The man suddenly gave her a mocking smile, "Yu ng, I thought you no longer knew how to get angry, like the walking dead. It seems... there’s hope."
"Whatever I am is none of your business, just let go of !"
Facing this man, she knew her curses were ineffective to him, so she decided to save her energy.
Jun Ting had no intention of letting go, it was a rare chance to get close to her, usually, he was like a terrifying beast to her.
Moreover, this opportunity was exchanged with his... half life.
Seeing the man unmoved, Yu ng could only frown and say, "If you don’t let go, I’ll throw away all these fever-reducing ds and let you burn to death."
"Ha."
The man let out a low laugh, then slowly loosened his grip, but not because of her words, rather... he really felt terribly uncomfortable.
Yu ng imdiately straightened up, scrambled to pour water, and when she returned to the bedside, the man had one hand resting on his forehead, letting out soft, pained sounds—
"How are you, if it’s really unbearable, go see a doctor." Yu ng suddenly felt a bit panicked, considering she had given him laxatives.
"Yu ng..." The man called her na, the pronunciation of "ng" was particularly light, like in a dream talk, "Actually, you shouldn’t have held back, the laxatives weren’t enough, a little more and I wouldn’t be here bothering you. Haven’t you always hated ?"
At a ti like this, she didn’t want to talk about these things with him, ignoring gender differences, she bent down with her hand around his neck, lifting his head a bit, with the other hand stuffing the fever-reducing ds into his mouth and bringing the cup to his lips—
"...The water might be a bit hot, you... take it slowly."
The woman’s words were so soft they seed like ceaseless tickling at the man’s heart. He suddenly opened his eyes wide, his big palm unexpectedly pressing her nape down—
Yu ng was so scared she splashed water from the cup, "Jun Ting, you—"
"Shut up! Quiet down." The man suddenly turned serious, "It’s okay to hate , just keep hating. Don’t be nice to one mont and then treat like air the next, your cold and warm attitudes are driving crazy."
Yu ng: "..."
She couldn’t just stand by and do nothing!
In her daze, the man had already swallowed the dication, let go of her, and got up from the bed, casually wiping away the water stains on his body, looking at her with indifference, saying, "Thanks!"
Yu ng snapped back to reality, sowhat puzzled by the man’s quick change in deanor, "You... are okay now?"
"Hmm." The man replied perfunctorily, then turned and left.
As he reached the door, he suddenly stopped and addressed the woman behind him, "The letter you are waiting for is with , if you want it back, stay calm in the coming days, don’t get yourself sick again. If you don’t behave, I’ll burn the letter."
"You—"
Yu ng was about to rush over to argue when the man simply walked out, the door closed with a bang—
For so reason, hearing the loud door sound, she was too scared to move.
Jun Ting, you’re truly vile!
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