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Chapter 138 Xiao Ziteng is afraid of injections (3)
"I can go back by myself. If you come here, if you are seen by that official."

"It's not safe!" He still said calmly, his hands still moving.

One sentence dispelled all Ye Chen's anger, and she had no choice but to smile.

He turned sideways and was very close to her, so close that she could clearly smell the delicious cologne on his body, so close that she could clearly see every strand of his fresh hair.

His hair was a bit stiff, and it was a bit harsh to the touch, but it looked very tough and beautiful, like the mane on the back of a horse, standing up, black as ink.

It was as if the night had dyed his black hair black.

Ye Chen felt that her breathing was a little fast, and her heartbeat accelerated for some reason.

Finally, the annoying seat belt was finally unbuckled, he straightened up, smoothed the broken hair on Ye Chen's forehead, then closed the window to prevent the wind from blowing in, and then drove home.

In the night, the black Land Rover almost melted into it, pushing through the air and moving like an arrow.

Not long after, the two arrived at home, opened the door, Ye Chen was about to turn on the light, but saw Xiao Ziteng walked in as usual, entered the kitchen to serve dishes, and started to work.

The room was shrouded in darkness, and he couldn't see his fingers, but he seemed to be in daylight.

She felt a little distressed, what kind of darkness did she have to go through to be like this naturally, as if she was born like this.

She flipped the switch.

Snapped--

The room suddenly became brighter.

The moment the light came on, she clearly noticed that he closed his eyes unnaturally.

He came over, took her hand, and took her to the dining table to sit down: "Sorry, I forgot to turn on the light."

After a pause, he said, "Not anymore."

Turning around, he wanted to go to the kitchen to serve the dishes.

Only then did she notice that he carefully put every bowl of food in the pot to keep warm, and she could eat it when she came back.

When he came over with fish-flavored eggplant again, she suddenly stood up and hugged him.

His body froze for a moment, and after a long silence, he asked, "What's wrong?"

Ye Chen put his face on his back and said sullenly, "I don't know, I just want to hug you suddenly."

His back is very broad, giving people a very reassuring feeling, and his head can feel his scalding body temperature, very warm.

She raised her head suddenly, turned over his body, looked into his eyes, and said firmly, "You have a cold!"

Three days of sleepless nights, even the iron man can't stand it, and the cold is considered good.

He turned his body, put the dishes away, and said naturally: "No."

Ye Chen didn't believe it, so he stepped on his feet, tried the temperature of his forehead, compared it with his own, and said seriously: "You have a cold! You have a fever."

He was still stubborn, turned his face away: "I don't have a cold."

Ye Chen pushed him onto the bench, went to the room to get the thermometer, and asked him to clamp it under his armpit for 5 minutes.

He did it reluctantly, but looked at Ye Chen resentfully.

Ye Chen ignored his gaze and looked at the thermometer: "39 degrees five, you have a fever, you must go to the hospital."

As he said that, he was about to pull him up, get his clothes and go out.

He didn't move, and looked at her with wide eyes: "I won't go."

Ye Chen was helpless, knelt down and said to him: "You really have a cold, there is no medicine at home, you have to go to the hospital for an injection."

His face was obviously unnatural, and he tugged at the corner of Ye Chen's clothes: "I'm not sick."

Ye Chen thought of something, and suddenly laughed loudly: "Xiao Ziteng, you, you are afraid of injections, right?"

Xiao Ziteng blushed, turned his face away, but did not refute.

Ye Chen tried hard to show a serious expression, but he couldn't help laughing, his eyebrows and eyes were curved, the corners of his lips were slightly raised, and his smile was like a flower.

Xiao Ziteng glanced at her helplessly, and said lightly, "Laugh if you want to."

Ye Chen finally couldn't bear it anymore, he laughed out loud, clutching his stomach.

Xiao Ziteng helped her straighten her messy temple hair, smiling helplessly, but his dark eyes were full of tenderness.

In the end, Xiao Ziteng still didn't go to the hospital. Ye Chen gave him acupuncture and boiled some ginger soup, and let him sleep with the quilt covered.

Pulling the quilt to his face, only a pair of black eyes were exposed, Xiao Ziteng looked at Ye Chen.

Ye Chen tucked the quilt up for him, and said softly, "Go to sleep, you'll be fine when you wake up tomorrow morning."

He reached out his hand from under the quilt and grabbed Ye Chen's hand: "I don't want to sleep alone."

Ye Chen blushed and hesitated.

He held Ye Chen's hand tightly, and there was a tendency not to let go unless you agreed.

Ye Chen looked at his eyes that were as black as ink and as deep as the vast sea, and couldn't bear to look away.

The current relationship between her and him is unclear.

Even though she has lived under the same roof for so long, she is still a little scared.

Probably after experiencing life and death once, I became more cautious about emotional investment.

She turned her eyes away, pulled out her hand and said, "I'll go pack up my things and come back later, okay?"

Xiao Ziteng looked at her, his lips were pursed like a knife, his deep eyes were dark and obscure, like a proud wolf who was abandoned by wolves to Yue Duxiao.

Ye Chen turned his eyes away, finally withdrew his hand, left the room, and closed the door behind him.

Xiao Ziteng's eyes were fixed on her all the time, watching her step by step towards the door.

click-

The sound of the door being locked, the door was already closed.

His eyes were still fixed on the white-painted door, and he didn't move for a long time.

After tidying himself up, Ye Chen slept in another room, lying on the bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep, staring at the ceiling unconsciously, but his eyes appeared over and over again in his mind.

Those eyes were dark and deep, as beautiful and dazzling as obsidian, and the most perfect brush could not paint the loneliness that belonged to him alone.

From those eyes, you seem to be able to see all the deepest sorrow and loneliness in the world.

It is so heavy that it seems to bend the soul of a person.

But he didn't say anything.

She turned over again, her big eyes fixed on the ceiling.

Suddenly, he sat up, picked up the pillow, opened the door, and walked out.

Then, he walked to the door of his room, paused, and was about to knock on the door.

Before the hand touched the door, the door creaked and opened by itself.

Xiao Ziteng stood at the door, looking at him, the lights in the room were not turned on, and he was dressed in dark black, as if he wanted to rub the heavy loneliness into the darkness behind him.

She screamed, pushed him quickly, pushed him onto the bed, lay down, and babbled: "Didn't I tell you to rest on the bed? Why did you start running by yourself? What if the cold gets worse again?"

He followed her movements, stared at her for a moment, and said in a deep voice, "You didn't come."

(End of this chapter)