Seeing the furrow between his brows and the unease in his expression, Ji Wei instinctively reached out her hand to smooth out the crease for him.
The touch of the woman’s fingertips carried a faint coolness, like the crisp, gentle chill of March spring rain brushing against the skin—comforting and refreshing.
Ji Wei stared at his now-relaxed brows, and a faint smile finally appeared at the corner of her lips. Yet, within her heart, an unspoken conviction grew firmer and stronger.
In just two days, so much had happened between her and Mo Qian.
From the moment he saved her at the hotel, was their fate already sealed?
If she had a wish in this lifetime, perhaps it would be to protect the Ji Family well—and to protect the man before her just as wholeheartedly.
Twenty minutes later, the family doctor arrived.
The family doctor carefully examined Mo Qian.
"What exactly happened to him? Why is he covered in red rashes?" Ji Wei asked anxiously from the side.
"These are symptoms of an allergic reaction. After taking the medication, the rashes will gradually subside. It’s nothing serious. What has he eaten in the past few hours?"
Upon hearing the doctor’s question, Ji Wei suddenly recalled his subtle expression at dinner when she had served him crab meat.
Her heart skipped a beat.
So, he was allergic to seafood!
She remembered clearly how, when Mo Qian ate the crab meat, he still smiled at her. Even said it was "delicious." He knew. He clearly knew he would have an allergic reaction!
Was it simply because she had given it to him?
Ji Wei fed him the medicine prescribed by the doctor but still dared not relax. She brought a small stool over and sat by the bed, just quietly keeping watch over him.
When Mo Qian awoke, his fingers moved slightly at first. He found that his hand was tightly clasped within a small, warm hand.
He slowly turned his head and saw the delicate and peaceful face of the sleeping woman.
Her head was resting on his arm, her other hand firmly holding his. Her soft, shallow breaths brushed against his ear. Perhaps overwhelmed by worry, the woman didn’t sleep soundly, her brows furrowing from time to time.
He stared at her in silence, a faint smile glimmering in his dark eyes.
Mo Qian did not withdraw his hand, afraid of disturbing Ji Wei’s rest.
He simply lay there quietly, gazing at her fair, beautiful face, a peculiar sensation swelling in his heart.
Before long, Ji Wei, still haunted by concerns over Mo Qian’s condition, stirred slightly before slowly opening her eyes.
The instant their eyes met, Ji Wei froze momentarily, unable to process the scene.
Mo Qian’s gaze brimmed with warmth as he softly asked, "Had enough sleep?"
Ji Wei snapped back to her senses at the sound of his voice and the sight of his smile.
"Let me check if your rashes have gone down."
As she spoke, she leaned down, carefully inspecting his neck.
Seeing that the rashes had faded significantly, Ji Wei, still uneasy, reached out to tug at the collar of his pajama shirt.
On his chest, only a few stubborn little red spots remained scattered.
Ji Wei’s worry melted away, and her brows finally smoothed out.
Just as she was about to withdraw her hand, she suddenly realized that her palm was resting squarely on Mo Qian’s firm chest.
Ji Wei’s face flushed crimson in an instant.
At this moment, her eyes drifted over to Mo Qian’s toned physique—his skin was healthy and radiated a masculine allure, almost dangerously captivating.
One glance, and her cheeks burned even hotter.
Ji Wei, flustered, tried to pull her hand away. Before she could succeed, her wrist was abruptly held in place by Mo Qian.
Her small palm was pressed firmly against his bare chest, muscles taut, the tactile sensation... intoxicatingly good.
Ahem... What was she even thinking right now?
Ji Wei shyly turned her head away.
Mo Qian held her wrist securely, watching her embarrassment with deep amusement in his eyes.
Then, he suddenly spoke. "Don’t you need to check...the lower half?"