Fallen by the Pillow: The Five Years of Being Occupied

"Well, I often work overtime, sometimes all night." Zhuang Licheng replied lightly, staring straight ahead.

He drove the car to the nearest villa in the east of the city at the fastest speed.

I thought the pain in my stomach would pass soon, but when he and Lin Jiyue got out of the car, the pain continued unabated.

A thin layer of cold sweat broke out on Zhuang Licheng's forehead. He covered his stomach with his hand, handed the key to Lin Jiyue, and signaled her to open the door.

Lin Jiyue was looking at this very large villa, which was more than ten times larger than her house. It was not until Zhuang Licheng handed her the key that she came back to her senses and hurried over to support him.

Unsurprisingly, the interior of the villa is very luxuriously decorated, it's resplendent, and when the lights are turned on, it's brightly lit.

But this place is obviously not his home. After opening the door, there is no popularity at all. It is obvious that no one has lived there for a long time.

As soon as Zhuang Licheng entered the living room, he collapsed on the leather sofa, took out his mobile phone with difficulty, and called his private doctor enduring the pain.

After hanging up the phone, Lin Jiyue looked at him anxiously: "Does it hurt?"

Zhuang Licheng didn't have the strength to speak anymore, so he gave her a blank look and closed his eyes.

Lin Jiyue realized that her question was a little redundant, but apart from being worried, she couldn't help him. If she could take his place instead of watching him suffer, she would be willing to share his pain.

"Do you often have this pain?" She put her hand on his stomach and gently rubbed it for him.

I don't know if it was because of her gentle and caring words, or the strength of her kneading just right, but Zhuang Licheng felt a warm current pouring into his heart.

He raised his eyes, took a deep look at her, then stretched out his long arms, and pulled Lin Jiyue in front of him, without giving her any chance to resist, he hugged her tightly.

Burying his head on her soft chest, he breathed in the fragrance of her body, as if the pain immediately eased a bit.

"you……"

Lin Jiyue's face turned red all of a sudden, and she looked at Zhuang Licheng who suddenly hugged her at a loss. Their actions at this time were really ambiguous, but she didn't push him away, and it didn't seem to work if she didn't push him away. .

Lin Jiyue raised her hand in the air and put it down again. He seemed to be really in pain, so she just let him hug her like this and indulge herself for once.

Lin Jiyue hated herself for being soft-hearted and repetitive. Why was she always so hard-hearted every time she faced Zhuang Licheng?

She should push him away, she is his brother's girlfriend, it's really inappropriate for them to hug each other like this.

But now, she let him hold her, buried her head in her chest, but couldn't bear to push him away.

When the private doctor arrived, the two maintained this hugging position.

If it wasn't for Lin Jiyue's blushing explanation, the private doctor almost thought she was Zhuang Licheng's outside woman.

Lin Jiyue explained Zhuang Licheng's situation to the doctor.

The doctor immediately examined him, prescribed medicine, and gave him an injection.

During this period, Lin Jiyue has been by his side, silently accompanying him.

After everything was over, Zhuang Licheng turned his head to see her, with a weak smile on the corner of his mouth, and stretched out his hand to her.

Out of a kind of instinct, Lin Jiyue didn't think much, and held his hand naturally, feeling that he was trembling constantly, and her heart trembled accordingly.

Zhuang Licheng said with difficulty in a hoarse voice: "Stay...stay...with me..."