Fog clears from Hong Kong Island

Chapter 3: Fall into the hands of women in the future

Sang Yu squeezed the clothes in his hands, hesitated again and again, and asked him cautiously: "Then can I know your name?"

The young man was silent and moved his lips. Before he could say anything, another clear and sweet female voice interrupted their conversation.

"Xi Jinbai, why didn't you wait for me!"

Sang Yu heard the news and saw a girl wearing a puff-sleeved suspender dress walking out of the cinema on small high-heeled sandals. She looked like a princess in a fairy tale castle, too beautiful to be true.

In contrast, Sang Yu is the embarrassed Cinderella.

Xi Jinbai frowned, "Aren't I waiting?"

The girl complained dissatisfiedly: "Who asked you to wait at the gate? Can't you wait outside the bathroom? My parents have entrusted me to you, and you have to be responsible for my safety!"

Xi Jinbai's patience ran out, "Are you leaving?"

"Let's go, come with me to buy gifts." The girl suddenly noticed the clothes in Sang Yu's hand and said strangely: "Hey, aren't those your clothes..."

Xi Jinbai ignored her, turned and walked directly to the Maybach parked on the roadside, opened the door and got in the car.

The girl didn't care about anything else and hurriedly followed.

The car started the engine and soon disappeared from Sang Yu's sight. A trace of bitterness spread in her throat. She secretly repeated his name in her heart: xí-jìn-bái.

Is that girl his girlfriend? They are a perfect match together, a golden boy and a perfect match made in heaven.

Judging from their accents, you can tell that they are not from Hong Kong Island, maybe they are just visiting here.

After a long period of time, she really never saw that boy again.

To him, she was just an insignificant person in a small episode, but Sang Yu remembered him for many years.
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At about ten o'clock in the evening, she developed a fever, her body was burning hot, and she was talking nonsense in a daze.

Xi Jinbai couldn't wake her up, so he could only call the doctor to come to her home to give her a fever-reducing injection.

When the acupuncture was being performed, Sang Yu held Xi Jinbai's hand tightly in his sleep, with tears oozing out of the corners of his eyes, mumbling vaguely in his sleep: "Xi Jinbai... don't leave..."

Zhao Bowen saw the ambiguous marks on her arms and joked: "Mr. Xi, you are so awesome, you can directly make people have a fever."

Xi Jinbai glanced at him, "You can go out now."

Zhao Bowen complained while packing the medical kit: "You are trying to burn bridges, right? I thought you were sick. You came out of Rourou Village in such a hurry. What kind of friendship is that?"

Xi Jinbai frowned slightly and lowered his voice: "You are very noisy, don't wake her up."

Zhao Bowen's hand movements stagnated, and his eyes looked at him with a hint of meaning, "You're not serious, are you?"

"Do you think it's possible?" Xi Jinbai's tone was very calm, and he couldn't hear any fluctuations.

"That's right, you have no heart." Zhao Bowen sneered, "If anyone falls in love with you, it would be a big tragedy."

Xi Jinbai raised his eyes and glanced at the door, his meaning was very clear.

"Okay, I'm going out." Zhao Bowen smiled, picked up the medical kit and walked out.

He cursed Xi Jinbai, the kind of guy who couldn't survive without a woman in the future.
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After the transfusion, Sang Yu's body temperature gradually returned to normal, and she was sweating. Xi Jinbai wiped her with a hot towel.

Mr. Xi has never served anyone before, so his movements are a bit unfamiliar.

She looked pitiful when she was sick, like a withered flower.

At two o'clock in the morning, Sang Yu woke up.

Xi Jinbai hadn't slept yet. He was sitting on the bedside and processing emails on his tablet. He glanced at her from the corner of his eye and said, "I'm awake. Is there anything else that doesn't feel right?"

Sang Yu rubbed his eyes and found an infusion patch on the back of his hand. He was about to ask, but his throat was dry, "I..."

"Your voice is hoarse?"

Why he was so mute is unknown.

Xi Jinbai put the tablet aside, took the warm water on the bedside table, "Get up and drink some water."

Sang Yu sat up with his elbows on his hands. The silk was slipped away and his skin was exposed to the air. A chill came over him. He realized it belatedly and wrapped himself tightly in the quilt with a red face. Xi Jinbai's eyes were deep and he put the water cup to her lips, "Afraid of pain? You're still crying after getting an injection."

Sang Yu took two drinks of water to relieve his throat, with confusion on his face, "When did I cry?"

"I cry when I get the needle." Xi Jinbai put the cup back, held her on his lap, and gently rubbed her face with his fingertips, "Did you dream about me?"

These words made Sang Yu's heart skip a beat. She didn't say anything she shouldn't have said, right?

"Did I talk in my sleep?"

"Yeah, but I didn't hear it clearly." Xi Jinbai continued: "What did you dream about me?"

Sang Yu breathed a sigh of relief and made up an answer: "I dreamed that you had several women at the same time."

Xi Jinbai pinched her, raised his eyebrows slightly, and motioned for her to continue.

"Then I was so angry that I cried. You clearly promised that there would be no one else when we were together." After that, she explained for herself: "I am not crying because of the pain of the injection."

Xi Jinbai chuckled, "My energy is not that good."

Of course, the main reason is that he has a mysophobia, and he finds it disgusting to have a relationship between men and women.

"Get dressed yourself and I'll bring the porridge. Don't starve to death."

Sang Yu nodded obediently.

After Xi Jinbai left the room, she opened the quilt and put on her pajamas to cover the spots on her skin.

The phone suddenly vibrated.

It was placed next to her pillow, so she could see the pop-up message at a glance.

Ji Mingzhu: [Jin Bai, I have your coat here. I will bring it to you next time. 】

Sang Yu's eyes were glazed over. She knew she shouldn't pry into his privacy, but there was a voice deep in her heart that encouraged her to click in and take a look.

Is this Ji Mingzhu the woman who answered the phone yesterday? Why is Xi Jinbai's coat there?

When he was distracted, Xi Jinbai had already returned.

Sang Yu quickly withdrew his gaze and reminded him as if nothing had happened: "Someone sent you a message."

Xi Jinbai said "hmm" indifferently, handed the porridge in his hand to her, picked up the phone, and touched the screen with his slender fingertips.

Sang Yu pinched the edge of the porcelain bowl and asked tentatively: "Who sent you a message so late?"

"Insignificant person." Xi Jinbai dropped his phone, "Eat quickly, and go to bed early after eating."

Sang Yu narrowed his eyes and his curled eyelashes trembled slightly, "Have you eaten?"

"Yes." Xi Jinbai sat next to her and picked up the tablet again, seeming to ask casually: "Why did you catch a cold?"

Sang Yu was silent for a while, embarrassed to say anything, and continued to scoop porridge silently.

Without waiting for an answer, Xi Jinbai looked sideways and said with a hint of interest in his tone, "Isn't it really me who gave you a fever?"

Sang Yu understood this instantly, the tips of his ears were burning, and he didn't dare to look at him, "No... I accidentally fell asleep while taking a bath, and then caught a cold."

Xi Jinbai didn't say much, "Be careful next time. If you stay in the bathroom for a long time, you may become short of oxygen."

Hearing this, Sang Yu blurted out subconsciously: "Why didn't you tell me that I was prone to lack of oxygen when you held me down in the bathroom before?"

When I reacted after saying this, I wanted to bite off my tongue, my cheeks turned red, and I lowered my head like an ostrich.

Xi Jinbai laughed softly, "It seems you want to stay in the bathroom longer in the future."

Sang Yu's eyes widened and he retorted, "I didn't say that!"

(End of this chapter)