Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
There were only two houses at the level, so it was really easy to find his house. She walked towards Yan Beicheng’s front door and was about to ring the doorbell when she noticed that the door was ajar – the heavy door was not shut properly.
She carefully pulled the door open and saw Yan Beicheng leaning next to it, huddled under a thick blanket. There was a thermometer in his mouth and his hair was in a mess. His dark eyes, which were once bright, now looked dead, as though he had not completely woken up.
He was so different from his usual suited-up self, but even then, he did not look sloppy. His hair was ruffled, and he could hardly open his eyes. To be honest, he actually looked quite adorable.
Lin Chu was stunned but immediately came to her senses. Her heart softened when she saw how Yan Beicheng looked.
“Why are you here?” Yan Beicheng had the thermometer in his mouth but his words were unclear. His voice was hoarse but still sounded soft and gentle. Lin Chu nearly reached out to ruffle his hair.
“Mr. Zuo said that you had a fever since last night and that there was no one at home to take care of you. Have you had breakfast?” Lin Chu frowned slightly as she asked.
Yan Beicheng answered in a daze, “There’s no one at home and I’m too weak to move about. Sorry about opening the door so slowly.”
There was a glazed look in his eyes and his reactions were slow. It looked like the fever had gotten to him, but for some reason, it made him look a little cute, vulnerable even.
“You should go back to your room to rest,” replied Lin Chu.
Yan Beicheng nodded, but the moment tried to take a step forward, he staggered and nearly fell. Lin Chu immediately went to help him, which is when she heard Yan Beicheng quietly apologize.
Lin Chu shook her head. “Let me help you. I’ll make you a small pot of congee later and then I’ll bring you to the hospital.”
“There’s no need. I took some fever medication this morning,” Yan Beicheng shook his head.
“You took medication on an empty stomach?” Lin Chu sighed. She was about to support Yan Beicheng’s by his arms when the man quickly placed his hands over her shoulders, almost wrapping her in his arms.
This sudden action had moved the blanket a little, placing her face right against his chest. He may have had pajamas on, but she could still feel the heat of his feverish body through it. The heat had helped thicken that clean fragrance he always emanated.
Lin Chu’s face burned red and she hurriedly stood straight, her eyes resting on his structurally perfect hand on her shoulders. At this moment, came Yan Beicheng’s weak but calm voice from above her, “This will make it easier for you to help me.”
Lin Chu did not say anymore and simply placed her hand around Yan Beicheng’s waist. She became his human crutch.
She was lucky that the thick blanket was between them. Lin Chu could not feel the burning heat while her hand was around his waist and thus was able to keep calm.
Yan Beicheng seemed to press his body against her, reducing the already close distance between them. She could feel his hot breath on the top of her head, which was burning hotter than usual due to the fever.
Suddenly, she felt his lips brush gently against her ear. Lin Chu froze as her head buzzed and she stole a look at Yan Beicheng. His eyes were half-closed, and he looked like someone who did not want to wake up from his sleep. His head drooped and he looked listless.