Trapped In A Novel As The Breeding Mate For Four Powerful Alphas Chapter 353: Do you enjoy the view from up there?

At all tis, Seo-Jun had the upper hand over , but this ti, I had the upper hand, and he couldn’t even do anything to because he was sick.

Ah, so I thought.

When I reached my hand towards Seo-Jun’s shirt, ready to take it off, he grabbed my hand with an unusually tight grip for a sick person.

"Hey, what are you—?"

Before I could even protest, he pulled into the bed and then flipped over so he could be on top with his heaving and hazy eyes.

"You... You won’t dare do such a thing with other people around," he managed to say and my lips twisted.

Thought he was an exhibitionist, guess not.

"Well, it was fun teasing you, but I simply plan to wipe you down completely, and to do that, I have to take your clothes off," I said, my hand reached for his body, and then I slid it inside his shirt.

His body was so hot. I an really hot this ti, not charming-wise.

"I have to get your temperature down and this is the only way I can think of."

After saying that, I looked towards Hyun-woo who was simply staring.

We’re acting in a movie or sothing? Couldn’t he read the room?

I didn’t know he was so dense.

"You probably don’t want the doctor to see your junk even though he’s a doctor, huh?" I asked. "So, I’ll ask him to leave. Doc, could you please leave the room?"

"Yes," he said and turned away.

He closed the door after himself and then the only one left was May.

"May, just place the clothes on the bed and leave. Thank you." She bowed her head, dropped the clothes she had carefully selected, and then walked away, closing the door after herself.

Then, it was just the two of us left.

"Now, everyone is gone. Will you still not let take your clothes off?" He did not respond. "Are you still shy?"

I know I shouldn’t be teasing a sick person but I just can’t help it.

And then all of a sudden, Seo-Jun drops on my body, his head resting on my chest as his breathing gets hard.

"My head hurts," he complained, snuggling on my chest and I sighed.

He was acting like a big baby now that everyone was gone.

"That’s why you should’ve stayed still," I said, pushing him off gently, and then I got on top of him, my hands still positioned on his chest.

He barely opened his eyes and said,

"Do you enjoy the view from up there?"

"Ah, what’s there to enjoy? You’re a ss." I said. "You should worry about yourself at tis like this."

"But..."

"Seo-Jun," I cut him short, looking at him with concern flooding all over my face. I was so worried that sothing had happened to him because there were so many doctors and then when I saw him, he was writhing in pain.

He’s just too much, ssing with my heart and my mind.

He realized I was hurting and raised his hand to touch my face but my question stopped him halfway.

"Why don’t you want to get better?" I asked and he paused. "I know you’re the one doing this. You... Do you have any idea how worried I was?"

He didn’t respond, simply dropped his hand, and stared at my face.

"And you hid yourself away as soon as you noticed your condition."

Yes, the reason he left so early in the morning and returned late without having breakfast or dinner with us was because he didn’t want us to notice he was running a high temperature.

He acted like that, and all because...

"Tell ," my hands began to tremble on his chest. "Were you trying to test or sothing? Did you want to know if I’d care or if I’d worry? Did you want to see in tears as you struggled with a life-threatening fever?"

"No, that’s..."

"Then tell !" I yelled.

My eyes welled with tears. Being sick was very awful. Because once you’re sick, you could fall into a coma, and once you fall into a coma, you could die.

Whatever happens after falling sick, as long as the sickness isn’t properly treated and instead worsens, death awaits.

And he... He was taking that for granted.

"Jo-Pil," he called but I raised my head.

Let’s not do this now.

I’ll clean him down so his fever goes down. And if it doesn’t go down... My body began to tremble... If he persists in staying sick and doesn’t want to get better then... I just might commit the cri of hitting a sick person.

I took his shirt off and attempted to get down from him, in order to get the towel and continue what I was doing but he stopped .

With his hands holding my waist, he said,

"Don’t cry, Jo-Pil."

"Who’s crying?!" I snapped at him but he didn’t stop. "These are sweat, idiot."

"I know but if you sweat from your eyes right now, your pretty face will get ruined."

Ah, right, I was still wearing makeup. But what did it matter? I was going to wipe it off soon anyway.

"Just, let go of . I still need to wipe you down."

"Jo-Pil," he called my na so tenderly that it touched my heart.

"What is it?"

"I have a confession to make." He said and sat up, still holding , and then dropped his head on my shoulder.

He wrapped his arms tightly around , as if planning to suffocate but what he wanted was the Pheromones I was letting out.

"If you have a confession then go to a church," I shut him down. "I can’t hear you out."

"But it has to be said to you." He said, his hot lips pressed on my shoulder through my shirt but I could still feel it. "Because it seems I wronged you again."

"Seems?"

You definitely wronged with this childishness.

"I... I wanted to fall sick." Ah, it’s indeed a confession to his childishness. "But it wasn’t so you would worry or cry for ." He coughed dryly and that hurt my heart. "The truth is... I wanted Jo-Pil to take care of so much that I made sure my condition was severe till he got back. That’s why... Nothing worked. Please forgive ."