Chapter 95: No Stories, All Accidents
Lian Li originally wanted to find a new towel to wipe his face. Seeing that he was awake and in good spirits, she said, “Can you leave now?”
Jin Shi Yue met her gaze, his expression inscrutable: “Pretend I can leave.”
Lian Li: “…”
Is “pretend I can leave” Mandarin Chinese? She didn’t understand a single word.
Under Lian Li’s gaze, Jin Shi Yue released her wrist, his eyebrows lowered, and his thin lips curved into a bitter smile: “Forget it, I’ll go back.”
His appearance was inexplicably a little dejected, and Lian Li felt a pang of guilt.
However, if he stayed the night, the relationship between them would only become more complicated and tangled.
As she was pondering, Jin Shi Yue had already lifted the quilt, moved his long legs, got out of bed, and stood up.
The man was tall and slender. As soon as he stood up, a shadow fell over Lian Li. She turned to look at him, but before she could speak, his body suddenly swayed, and Lian Li quickly supported him.
She said helplessly, “I’m not chasing you away, you can rest here.”
Jin Shi Yue let her help him back onto the bed and settle down again. The girl’s bed was soft, and the bedding gave off a faint fragrance, mixed with the citrus scent from her body.
Lian Li tucked him in and said, “I’ll find a clean towel and warm water to wipe your face.”
As soon as Lian Li finished speaking, she turned and went to the bathroom.
Jin Shi Yue watched her retreating figure, a faint smile playing in his eyes.
Lian Li found a new towel and soaked it in warm water. Standing by the bedside, she met Jin Shi Yue’s gaze and hesitated.
Lian Li: “Do it yourself?”
Jin Shi Yue raised his eyelids to look at her, his expression lazy with a hint of seduction: “You do it.”
They were ordinary words, but from his mouth, they inexplicably took on a different meaning, especially since he was lying in her bed.
Lian Li suppressed the discomfort and had him lean slightly against the headboard. She sat on the edge of the bed, holding the towel with her slender, beautiful fingers, and leaned forward to carefully wipe his face.
Jin Shi Yue stared at Lian Li, who was close enough to touch, silently watching her slightly flushed cheeks and her trembling long eyelashes, and raised an eyebrow.
The atmosphere was too quiet, eerily creating a sense of intimacy.
Lian Li asked, “Do you usually get sick from morning till night?”
“I don’t usually get sick,” Jin Shi Yue’s voice was lazy.
As Lian Li was wiping his forehead, her gaze shifted slightly and met his dark eyes. Her hand movements paused almost imperceptibly.
She turned sideways, wrung out the towel, and said, “So the virus in your body is like a business that’s closed most of the year and makes up for it in three years.”
Jin Shi Yue let out a noncommittal hum.
Lian Li simply wiped his face and neck and said, “Alright, you should sleep now.”
Jin Shi Yue stared at her without blinking and said lazily, “Where will you sleep?”
Lian Li replied, “I’ll sleep in the next room.”
Making a bed was a simple matter.
Jin Shi Yue nodded.
Lian Li turned off the bright light in the bedroom, leaving only the warm orange wall lamp. The light was dim, casting a glow on the man’s well-defined and sculpted features, making his eyes even more striking and his dark pupils exceptionally deep.
A festive and comical lucky cat figurine stood on the bedside table, a stark contrast to his cold, noble, and languid demeanor.
Lian Li couldn’t help but turn her face and smile silently.
Her back was to Jin Shi Yue, so he couldn’t see her curved eyebrows and star-filled eyes at that moment.
Before Lian Li left the master bedroom, she glanced at the man. Perhaps he was seriously ill, as his eyes were closed, his breathing was steady, and he seemed to be asleep.
She tiptoed out and poured herself a glass of water outside.
A black men’s jacket was hanging on the back of the sofa. Without needing to examine it, she knew whose it was.
Lian Li stared at the jacket for a while, then finished her water and went to the second bedroom to make a simple bed. Afterward, she took her clothes and took a hot shower.
After washing up, she lay on the bed, closed her eyes, but tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep.
She opened her eyes and stared blankly at the ceiling.
First, she pondered the matter of finding her mother. After a long time, her thoughts turned to Jin Shi Yue in the next room.
That man, so arrogant and overbearing, who would force a horse to drink even if it didn’t want to.
There were no stories between them, mostly accidents.
In the middle of winter, he wore so little. Even with good physical fitness, he couldn’t withstand the harsh winter of the Capital City. Now he was sick, and there was no one around to tell him not to run around.
She had smelled the faint scent of alcohol on him. He must have gone drinking before coming here. Wandering all over the city while seriously ill, she had no words to describe his disregard for his own health.
This time, living under the same roof as Jin Shi Yue, Lian Li no longer felt the unease and awkwardness of the previous time. As she thought about things, her eyelids grew heavy, and she slowly drifted off to sleep.
The next day, the morning light filtered through the curtains and fell on her fair face. Lian Li raised her hand to block the natural light and slowly opened her eyes, looking sleepy.
She was wearing long pants and a long-sleeved pajama set. She rolled over and reached for her mobile phone, checking the time. It was nine twelve.
She buried her face in the soft, cool bedding for a moment, then suddenly remembered the man in the next room.
Lian Li was not startled, but she got out of bed a little faster than usual.
She stepped into her fluffy cotton slippers and walked out of the room, rubbing her eyes sleepily as she went to the living room.
She was startled to see the man sitting on the sofa, his long legs casually spread apart, looking languid.
Jin Shi Yue took in her changing expression. He had probably slept well last night, as his complexion was excellent. The soft morning light on his face reduced some of his aggressiveness.
Lian Li looked at him, blinking her eyes in a daze.
Seeing his calm and composed demeanor, she momentarily had the illusion that this was his home.
Lian Li, just woken up, her voice carrying sleepiness, sounded a little soft, “When did you wake up?”
Jin Shi Yue’s thin lips curved, his voice laced with laziness: “Half an hour ago.”
That’s good. Not too early.
“Has your fever gone down?”
“Come and see for yourself.”
Jin Shi Yue watched her leisurely, his pleasant voice carrying a hint of a meaningful coaxing tone at the end, as if tempting her.
Lian Li was about to walk past the sofa when she heard his words, stopped, and without thinking, turned and walked towards him.
Lian Li placed her palm on Jin Shi Yue’s forehead to gauge his temperature and said, “It’s not as hot anymore, it should have gone down.”
With that, she got up and headed for the restroom.
Lian Li hadn’t fully woken up from her sleep yet, her face still a little dazed. She didn’t notice Jin Shi Yue silently extending his long leg.
She took a step, but before she had gone far, her foot was suddenly tripped, and she lost her balance, lunging towards the man on the sofa.
Jin Shi Yue’s eyes flickered almost imperceptibly. He quickly put an arm around her and pulled her into his embrace.
The accident happened in a flash. Lian Li knelt on the sofa, her hands on Jin Shi Yue’s shoulders, still shaken, her heart beating a little fast.
Jin Shi Yue’s hands, which were around her slender waist, tightened silently. He looked up at her from below, “Didn’t you sleep well?”
