Chapter 120: Senior Student Ziyi, What Should I Do If I Like You?
“Xiaoxiao, you’re amazing!” Lu Ziyi praised, taking the medicine bowl.
At this moment, large tears began to stream from Ye Chuxiao’s eyes.
Lu Ziyi panicked and quickly placed the medicine bowl on the bedside cabinet.
He tenderly wanted to cup Ye Chuxiao’s face, but the girl suddenly fell into his embrace, her two slender arms tightly wrapped around his back.
Lu Ziyi’s heart jolted. He sat on the edge of the bed, pulling Ye Chuxiao close, letting her cry “wuwu” in his arms.
“Xiaoxiao, you’ve suffered!” Lu Ziyi soothed.
Ye Chuxiao continued to hug Lu Ziyi tightly, tears flowing incessantly.
Senior Student Ziyi was so good; she had grown accustomed to his thoughtfulness and consideration, his warmth and approachability, his omnipotence, and his comforting embrace.
She didn’t want to be separated from Senior Student Ziyi like this, what should she do?
Senior Student Ziyi, I like you so much! More than I like anyone else!
But what if Senior Student Ziyi didn’t like her? Even Brother Chusheng didn’t like her, so Senior Student Ziyi, being so good, wouldn’t like her either!
A bitter feeling spread through Ye Chuxiao’s entire heart, making her feel so sad.
She clung to the person she liked, crying without restraint.
She felt the warmth of his chest, felt his strong heart beating powerfully.
It was just that his heart didn’t understand her liking him, and she didn’t understand how to hide within his heart.
They were so close right now, Senior Student Ziyi, let’s not be apart anymore, okay?
Perhaps when one is sick, they become very fragile, and when fragile, they feel even sadder. With no one to confide in, Ye Chuxiao could only cry.
Lu Ziyi gently stroked Ye Chuxiao’s hair, murmuring softly to comfort her.
Until he felt the grip holding him loosen.
“Xiaoxiao?” Lu Ziyi called softly. Ye Chuxiao didn’t respond; she had fallen asleep, occasionally sobbing in her dreams.
Lu Ziyi felt heartache. He held her, letting her lean against his chest, waiting for her to sleep more soundly.
Leng Yanfei, having washed and dried Ye Chuxiao’s clothes, walked back into the room.
Seeing her son sitting on the edge of the bed holding Xiaoxiao at the doorway, she paused.
“Mom,” Lu Ziyi called out.
Leng Yanfei noticed that Ye Chuxiao was asleep.
“Is Xiaoxiao alright?” Leng Yanfei walked over, seeing the young girl’s messy hair and tear-streaked face.
Lu Ziyi felt guilty and explained softly, “Xiaoxiao thought the medicine was bitter. After she drank it, she cried, crying very sadly. It’s all my fault for not taking good care of Xiaoxiao and letting her catch a cold and get sick.”
“Xiaoxiao is in a strange place and not feeling well; she might feel helpless. I’ll stay here with her tonight.”
“I’ll stay with Xiaoxiao,” Lu Ziyi said, holding Ye Chuxiao tenderly, murmuring, “I can’t sleep anyway…”
“Alright,” Leng Yanfei said, “then take good care of Xiaoxiao.”
Sigh, her son. Given Xiaoxiao’s current condition, he would be anxious and restless if he couldn’t see her for even a second.
Leng Yanfei checked on Ye Chuxiao. She had taken her medicine and cried for a long time, sweating and soaking her clothes.
“Ziyi,” Leng Yanfei said, “I’ll change Xiaoxiao into dry clothes. You go fetch a basin of warm water to wipe Xiaoxiao’s face.”
“Okay.” Lu Ziyi took the empty medicine bowl and went out, closing the door behind him.
After a while, Lu Ziyi returned with the basin. He knocked on the door and asked, “Mom, are you done?”
