Chapter 503: Chapter 503 You Will Die
Su Zixi suddenly awoke, her eyes wide as she stared at the man beside her!
He Jingyao chuckled lowly, pressing her into his arms, his voice still a bit hoarse, “What’s wrong?”
“You’re actually still in bed!” Su Zixi exclaimed as if she had discovered a new continent.
You have to know that during this period, every time Su Zixi woke up, the bed beside her was always empty.
Something unimaginable must have happened!
He Jingyao pinched her chin with a smile that was not quite a smile, “What, are you not allowed to laze in bed on your own?”
“If you didn’t torment me at night, I would definitely not laze in bed,” Su Zixi huffed.
Back in school, she was also a good student who went to bed early and rose early.
Ever since being with He Jingyao, she had been going to bed later and later, and of course, the time she woke up had also been pushed back…
“I can keep you in bed for three days,” his voice seemed to have gained warmth, his right hand resting on her still exposed waist, teasingly caressing, “Want to try?”
Su Zixi, sensitive as she was, couldn’t withstand even the slightest provocation. She struggled to push his hand away, her face flushing red, “No…”
He Jingyao smiled, didn’t insist, and instead caught her hand and gently kissed it.
His eyes were pitch-black and focused, his lips a rosy thin, soft and warm, Su Zixi stared blankly at him, suddenly feeling a surge of tears.
Only she had no idea where this impulse came from.
“Jingyao…” she suddenly spoke softly.
“Hmm?” he lifted his eyes, smiling at her.
“Will we always be together, right?” she murmured.
He Jingyao’s gaze darkened; he paused briefly before smiling tenderly, “Of course. What kind of nonsense are you thinking about now?”
“Nothing…” she stuck out her tongue, “I am getting out of bed now.”
Having said that, she took a nightgown from the bedside table and stuffed it under the covers to put on.
He Jingyao raised an eyebrow, “Su Zixi, what part of your body haven’t I seen?”
“It’s different…” she said warily, getting dressed in the nightgown and sliding out of bed.
Being nude in front of this man was a very dangerous thing, and she had learned her lesson.
He Jingyao watched her thin, delicate frame walk away, the corners of his lips curling up slightly.
But when he remembered the contents of that medical report, his gaze deepened again.
After a while, the sound of running water came from the bathroom.
He Jingyao got out of bed and walked downstairs.
Upon seeing him, Li Bo, the butler, smiled ruefully as if spotting a savior, “Young Master, the Old Master has already made dozens of phone calls…”
Before he finished speaking, the phone in the villa rang again. Li Bo hurried to answer it, saying “Hello,” then after a moment, “Yes, the Young Master is awake…”
“Give it to me,” He Jingyao approached him and stretched out his hand.
Li Bo quickly handed him the phone.
“Dad,” He Jingyao’s tone was extremely light.
“He Jingyao, do you even know what you’re doing?” He Yirong said, his anger barely contained, “Did you look at the medical report?”
“I saw it,” He Jingyao responded calmly, “but I don’t think it’s a big deal.”
“A big deal?” He Yirong was nearly roaring now, “You will die! You say this is not a big deal?”
“Everyone will die,” He Jingyao said indifferently.
“But dying at forty is not the same as dying at eighty!” He Yirong continued to roar, “Don’t mess with me!”