Chapter 97: Chapter 097 Not Sober
Fortunately, there weren’t many people in the corridor at this time, so Qi Yue put on her hoodie and hurried in.
But once she was inside, she realized she didn’t know which dormitory number was the “god’s”.
And she couldn’t get through to “god’s” cell phone…
Qi Yue was racking her brain when it occurred to her to quickly open Jiang Lang’s WeChat profile picture.
She had added Jiang Lang on WeChat before, and remembered his profile picture was a selfie he took in the dormitory, which might show the dormitory number.
Qi Yue enlarged the picture for a closer look, and sure enough, she saw the dormitory number reflected in the mirror: 606.
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Since this was the old dormitory with no elevator, and the 6th floor was the top floor, Qi Yue climbed straight up to the sixth floor without stopping.
A few boys were sauntering lazily in the corridor, but since Qi Yue was dressed in sportswear and wearing a hat, she went unnoticed for the time being.
Carrying medicine and porridge, Qi Yue quietly started to look up and check each of the door numbers, and finally, saw 606 on the third-to-last room.
Having climbed up to the sixth floor in one go, Qi Yue was a bit out of breath and paused to catch her breath outside the door.
Inside, it was completely silent, with no sign of whether anyone was there.
Qi Yue reached out to knock, but just as her hand touched the door, it opened by itself.
The door wasn’t locked; it had been left ajar…
So Qi Yue gently pushed the door open and tiptoed inside.
Uh, this was her first time entering a boys’ dormitory, and she had no idea what it would look like…
At first glance, the floor of the dormitory was pretty clean and tidy, but the beds…
The two beds near the door were a mess with blankets piled haphazardly, covered in clothes, socks, and various other things—likely Jiang Lang and Ling Feng’s beds.
Where was “god”?
Qi Yue took a few more steps inside and finally saw Gu Huai lying in the bed on the far side of the room.
The remaining light from the evening sky filtered through the balcony window, falling on Gu Huai as he lay quietly asleep on the bed, fast asleep, completely unaware of her entrance…
Qi Yue hurried over to check on him and found that Gu Huai’s condition seemed much worse than it had been in the car earlier, with a sickly flush on his face and his breathing slightly rapid, frowning heavily…
He must be very uncomfortable; he hadn’t even taken off his coat and had simply fallen asleep in his clothes.
She didn’t know if he had taken his medicine, or if he had had dinner…
Continuing to have a fever like this was definitely not good!
Qi Yue tentatively pushed Gu Huai, “God, wake up… Have you taken your medicine? Did you have dinner? If not, I should take you to the infirmary… God…?”
Gu Huai seemed disturbed by her and his brows moved slightly, looking very uncomfortable.
The man’s eyelashes fluttered, and he opened his eyes slightly, but the gaze that fell on Qi Yue was unfocused and confused.
Seeing that he seemed to regain some consciousness, Qi Yue, anxious, reached out to touch his forehead and started, “God, wake up! I’ll take you to the medi…”
Before she could finish, the wrist she had placed on Gu Huai’s forehead was suddenly seized by his long fingers. Then Qi Yue felt a strong force at her waist.
The next second, she found herself tightly held in Gu Huai’s embrace…
One of Gu Huai’s hands grasped her wrist, the other wrapped around her body, his head buried in her shoulder, his hot breath spilling into the nape of her neck. The soft, broken hair at his forehead brushed against the skin of her neck, tickling it slightly…