Transmigrated to Another World and Doted on by Everyone! Chapter 75: A Cold Morning

He straightened his waist stiffly on Ding Yixin’s back, his entire body tense.

He didn’t even know where to put his hands, so he just braced them on Ding Yixin’s shoulders.

Right at that mont, Ding Yixin’s supporting hands suddenly lifted him up a little.

Rong Xingyu’s body pitched forward and he fell fully onto Ding Yixin’s back.

His chest pressed against Ding Yixin’s back and now their bodies were truly in close contact.

Rong Xingyu: "..."

His nose was practically touching Ding Yixin’s hair.

Ding Yixin walked calmly through the snow, every step steady and unhurried.

"You can put down. I’m heavy," Rong Xingyu muttered.

Ding Yixin let out a low laugh. "Yuyu is light like a feather."

As if to prove his words, he bounced Rong Xingyu twice.

Rong Xingyu gasped in surprise. He was afraid he would slip off, so he quickly wrapped his arms around Ding Yixin’s neck.

"I—I’m still angry," Rong Xingyu said in a muffled voice.

Why was Ding Yixin acting like nothing happened? It felt like he was the only one here having emotions while the other person was completely calm.

"Dr... No, Mr. Ding, I need to take back a little bit of my trust in you."

Rong Xingyu muttered that in a voice that sounded almost like he was talking to himself. Then he asked: "...Will you still do sothing like this again in the future?"

Ding Yixin’s steps paused.

He stayed quiet for a mont. He didn’t answer the question directly. Instead he said: "Yuyu, you can make demands of ."

It sounded like the question and answer had nothing to do with each other, but both of them understood what the other ant.

"Then, Mr. Ding, you’re not allowed to lie to again."

Rong Xingyu suddenly rembered the original mories from his body, the ones that flashed earlier and in those mories he saw Ding Yixin gripping his chin.

The strength of the fingers on his chin and that cold expression on the man’s face... maybe that was the real Ding Yixin?

The pain in that mory felt too real, as if he had truly lived through it.

Rong Xingyu almost shivered again before he forced himself to add quickly: "And you’re not allowed to pinch my chin either!"

Although Ding Yixin didn’t understand why Rong Xingyu suddenly ntioned his chin, he still answered seriously: "I will never lie to you again."

Ding Yixin paused, but he didn’t say the second half of what he was thinking.

If sothing cannot be guaranteed, then it’s better not to promise it.

This walk wasn’t long at all.

After just a few steps, they reached the door.

Ding Yixin set Rong Xingyu down in front of the entrance, his gaze carrying a hint of gentle affection that was hard to notice.

"Go in, Yuyu."

"If you lie to again," Rong Xingyu huffed and couldn’t help raising his small fist, "then I will pinch your chin."

Ding Yixin: "..."

Why was he suddenly having a grudge against chins?

...

The consequence of running around outside in the middle of the night was when Rong Xingyu woke up the next day, he realized he had successfully caught a cold...

Before, when he pushed his street stall day after day, wind or rain, his body had been strong like iron.

He never got sick easily. But now, just getting snowed on for a little while made him fall ill.

And for so reason, this young master body he was in was strange, after being tossed around for days, even a small cold kept coming and going.

With a cooling patch stuck on his forehead, Rong Xingyu leaned against the headboard.

He accepted the dicine and water cup from his eldest brother, took the pills, and then obediently handed the cup back to Rong Zhenqiao.

Rong Zhenqiao stood beside the bed while holding the cup, his face dark.

He frowned and shot a sharp look at Rong Zishan before saying coldly, "In the middle of the night, instead of sleeping, you took Xuaoyu outside to look at snow? You really know how to cause trouble."

Rong Zishan: "..."

Why was he staring at him like that? It wasn’t on purpose.

He didn’t think that just staying outside for such a short mont would actually make Rong Xingyu catch a cold...

"I..."

Rong Zishan wanted to say sothing, but after seeing how pale Rong Xingyu looked, he closed his mouth.

Seeing the youngest sick made him feel terrible too.

Rong Xingyu sat there watching his fourth brother get scolded, feeling extrely guilty.

I’m sorry, Fourth Brother... but when Big Brother has that cold face, he’s too scary!

Your little brother can’t help you! T-T

After finishing his scolding, maybe because Rong Xingyu was the sick one, Rong Zhenqiao’s attitude changed completely when he turned to him.

He tucked the quilt around Rong Xingyu and said gently, "If you’re not feeling well, don’t go to school. Big Brother will take care of the leave for you."

Rong Xingyu shook his head. It was only a slight fever and the final exams were coming soon. He still needed to study.

Seeing this, Rong Zhenqiao sighed. He put the dicine to the side and warned Rong Xingyu, "Take this dicine with you to school. Rember to take it on ti. If it still doesn’t work, even if you’re afraid of pain, you will have to get a shot, understand?"

Rong Xingyu: "Okay... okay, Big Brother."

He really did not want a shot!

But the next morning, during the break, when Rong Xingyu tried to take his dicine, he reached into his schoolbag and couldn’t find it anywhere.

Even after turning the whole bag upside down, the dicine was nowhere to be seen.

Rong Xingyu: "..."

No way... right?

Forget it, skipping one dose should be fine.

But before the afternoon even ca, his head had already started to feel heavy.

He reached up to touch his forehead—oh no...

If he went ho like this, Big Brother would definitely drag him straight to get a shot on the spot!