Chapter 1764 - 30: Embrace, Fever Relief, Cohabitation Vibes_2

Chapter 1764: Chapter 30: Embrace, Fever Relief, Cohabitation Vibes_2

Jiang Ruan was found already asleep, curled up on the sofa, her whole body in an uncomfortable position.

"Ruan Ruan?" Yan Chi half-squat on the sofa, raised his hand to test her forehead temperature, it felt hotter.

The doorbell woke her half-way, Yan Chi leaned closer, reached out, Jiang Ruan slowly opened her eyes, she rarely fell ill, but she couldn’t escape a heavy fever cold once or twice a year.

Once a person becomes sick, it’s inevitable to show a bit of vulnerability, especially when it’s such a gentle, tender young lady.

Her eyes seemed misty, looking at him pitifully suffering, causing Yan Chi’s heart to soften and crumble.

"Is there a bedroom upstairs?"

"Hmm." Her voice was very soft.

"Why didn’t you go to rest in the bedroom instead of sleeping on the sofa?" Yan Chi was used to being stern, his words naturally carried an unspoken authority.

Jiang Ruan pursed her lips, softly said:

"Didn’t you say, to wait for you here..."

Yan Chi felt a bit helpless, "Then get up, go lie down in the bedroom first."

Jiang Ruan was currently suffering from a cold and fever, her body felt achy, lacking in strength, and having laid down for too long, one leg was numb, unable to get up on her own, she reached out to Yan Chi...

"Senior, senior."

She hoped Yan Chi would give her a hand.

And Yan Chi indeed grasped her hand, but in the next second, his fingers slid down, he directly bent over, wrapped his arm around her waist, the other arm through her leg bends, lifted her horizontally.

Suddenly, the whole body was lifted, Jiang Ruan gasped, her consciousness somewhat blurred, and now wrapped in his embrace, her face felt even hotter.

It was her first time being held this way, stiffening for a while, then slowly raising her hand.

Her fingers didn’t dare touch his neck, fearing he might reject it, lightly encircled his shoulders, gently embracing.

Yan Chi lowered his head:

"Ruan Ruan..."

His voice emerged from his throat, but to Jiang Ruan now, it seemed to emanate from his chest, her head against his heart.

She could hear his strong, vigorous heartbeat, and his voice like a morning bell.

As if it was right next to her ear.

"Hmm?" Jiang Ruan responded softly.

"You can hold on a bit tighter."

Jiang Ruan’s heart trembled slightly, as he moved upstairs, her fingers unconsciously tightened a bit.

Following her indication, Yan Chi carried her into a room, presumably often cleaned since the bed was neatly made, he bent over, gently placing her on the bed, Jiang Ruan softly spoke, "Actually..."

"I reached out to you just to have you help me up, not for you to hold me, I just felt a bit dizzy, not so weak as to need..."

"I know." Yan Chi maintained his bent posture.

"I just wanted to hold you."

One hand still rested on her lower back, he stood above her, seemingly encircling her beneath him.

The room normally had no occupants, curtains closed, dimly lit, shadows cast down, Jiang Ruan felt enveloped in his presence, breathing increasingly hot and urgent...

But Yan Chi didn’t make further moves, only instructing her to take off her coat, slip under the blanket to sleep, as he went downstairs to boil water, get medicine.

**

Later, Jiang Ruan only recalled taking medicine, then fell into a deep sleep.

Her fever cold was triggered abruptly by alternating temperatures, rapidly appearing and receding, sweated profusely, in a daze dreaming several dreams.

Among them, the most frightening was...

She dreamed of being with Yan Chi in Yi Garden, his father suddenly appeared, started chasing Yan Chi, she pulled Yan Chi fleeing wildly, even driving a car with him, playing a highway escape with Jiang Chengsi, the thrilling intensity akin to a foreign blockbuster, yet they were not as lucky as the film’s protagonists.

In the end, they were still caught by Jiang Chengsi.

Startled awake, drenched in sweat.

"Awake?" Yan Chi had moved a chair to sit at the bedside, holding a book about Racing Car, this room originally belonged to Jiang Chengsi, such books were plenty.

"Hmm." Jiang Ruan felt itchy, dry throat, coughed several times, Yan Chi handed her nearby cup, "The water temperature is just right."

Jiang Ruan had sweated heavily, her body lacked water, genuinely parched, drank over half a cup, feeling some relief.

"How do you feel?" Yan Chi put down the book, seriously looking at her.

"Should be fine now."