If you go to Mrs. Lai for allergy medicine now, Zhuo Zhenbang will be suspicious right away, right?
Lying in bed, tossing and turning never able to sleep.
Putting aside the fact that her body was strangely itchy and incomparable, Zi Ge had actually gotten used to the feeling of having him, or either a child, sleeping next to her long ago. With them as father and son, the heart wouldn’t be so empty, wouldn’t float back to the tragic death of his father every now and then.
It was all, for her, an ordeal.
It was itching to go out to the drugstore when he really wanted to put on his clothes, but the cell phone pressed under the pillow rang at first.
On a night like this, the ringing of a cell phone seemed especially abrupt. She jumped in surprise and hurriedly picked the phone up and pressed it to her ear, not even taking the time to look at who it was.
“Hello.”
“You’re out.”
Lan Yu Feng’s voice, rang on the other end of the phone, and Zi Ge had the feeling of being in a dream.
“What?” Before she could figure out what was going on, the other side had already hung up. After staring at the phone for a split second, Zige suddenly snapped out of it, lifted the covers, and stepped on the carpet with her bare feet before looking out the window.
It was so dark downstairs that she couldn’t see anything at all.
The heart, however, was beating uncontrollably.
Grabbing her jacket in hand, she draped it over herself as she grabbed her cell phone and ran downstairs.
As he exited the door, he saw a tall figure leaning against the car from a distance.
A dim streetlight, far away from him, cast a long, dark shadow. He was dressed very casually in a light blue pullover and gray pants, poised, and his whole body looked much younger than usual, rather like a vibrant college student.
Obviously can not clearly see his look at the moment, but, Zi Ge stood there but can not help but confused eyes, chaotic heartbeat.
As if sensing her appearance, Lan Yu Feng slowly raised his head. The two people’s lines of sight, colliding through the air, the affection in their hearts grew stronger. He narrowed his eyes, “Still not coming over?”
Without further hesitation, Zige jogged over.
“What brings you here?” Running down the stairs and down the hall all the way here, Zige’s breath was a bit wheezy. Under the light, one could clearly see the light powder on her clean little face from the alcohol stain.
Heart, as if knocked by what, ripples, let him more or less at a loss. A long arm explored, then wrapped around her waist. Under her surprised line of sight, his long fingers raised her lower jaw, his far-reaching vision probing back and forth on her white neck twice, “Allergic?”
Pressed against his chest, he could feel the strong heartbeat under his chest. And, seeing her again at this moment, Zige couldn’t help but feel a surge of warmth in her heart.
“The neck is fine, but it seems to have a lot of red rashes.”
“Let me see.”
“Huh?” Ziggy was surprised for a split second.
Seeming mildly displeased with her slow response, he pursed his lips and repeated, “Let me see.”
“Oh.” Ziggy’s eyelashes fluttered slightly as she rolled up the sleeves of her pajamas for him to see.
“That’s it.” With that, she lowered her sleeve.
“And?” His eyes gazed straight at her, as if there were not the slightest hint of any unusual affection.
“What else?”
Glancing at her, he suddenly bent over and pulled the backseat door open, “Get in and take off your clothes.”
“What?” Ziggy looked at him, her small face slightly red.
“The heat’s on inside.”
“That’s not the point.”
Lan Yu Feng obviously didn’t have much patience, and hoisting her around the waist, he pushed her into the backseat and flung the door shut. As he did, he said, “The point is that you’re allergic, and besides, there’s not much on your body that I haven’t seen before, so don’t dawdle.”
“But … there’s no need to look at it at all, and the rash on the body is the same as the one on the hand.” Zige’s cheek had always been no match for him. It was still a little inconceivable to her to undress here, and in front of him.
Lan Yu Feng was oblivious to her protests, probing his hand to get the medicine from the co-pilot and sit back down, and when he glanced sideways, he saw that Zi Ge stayed there for a moment without moving. The tip of his eyebrow twitched, “Were you waiting for me to help you take it off?”
“I didn’t!” Ziggy snapped back to her senses and immediately shifted her position warily, moving two inches away from him.
Instead, he looked at her askance in a good-natured way, looking like a fox with dark tides in his eyes, “If I had to do it myself, I don’t promise I wouldn’t turn this place into a battlefield.”
Zige immediately blushed.
The bad guy, he was simply threatening her!
Glancing at the medicine in his hand, she was really itching surprisingly, and then looking at his face of no negotiation, she simply bit her lip and turned her back to unbutton her pajamas one by one.
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The night, shrouded. The limousine hides under the trees, rising and falling.
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“Are you leaving?”
Zi Ge barely managed to muster up some energy and looked at him, her hands still tightly wrapped around his neck. The reluctance in the bottom of her eyes was obvious. What to do? It seemed to be a habit now to lean on his chest in order to fall asleep.
She doesn’t know …
In fact, so is he.
He’d gotten used to having someone in his arms for him to hold since he’d returned from Russia.
“Don’t want me to go?” His forehead, against hers. Close enough to each other that she could clearly see his clean lashes fluttering.
Zige pursed her lips and didn’t say anything.
“I can’t let you sleep in the car all night …,” she gave him a light, ghostly look, her hand tightened for a moment, still slipping off his neck, “You’d better go back, I’ll go in first.”