frightfiction Chapter 616 A Little Hot
Chapter 616 A Little Hot
Zhou Yi was nestled in Wenren Chen's arms, pressed tightly against his chest.
She could clearly feel the power in his muscles, so vast and strong, and the intense heat of his body, which could melt anything.
Even his breath on her hair and face was frighteningly hot, like fire scorching her.
Zhou Yi knew it was because of her relationship with him.
The problem is not with you, sir; it's your own.
She thought of what happened this morning, and her mind went completely blank.
She found it difficult to extricate herself from the situation.
but.
flower?
The low, husky voice entered her ears, and in an instant, a ray of light shone into Zhou Yi's muddled mind, bringing her back to her senses.
Zhou Yi looked up, her rosy cheeks gazing at Wenren Chen: "Flowers?"
Her eyes were wide open, full of a daze, and with her flushed cheeks, she resembled an innocent fawn, making you...
The shackles in Wenren Chen's heart loosened in an instant, and something broke free in a flash.
His eyes narrowed sharply, his fingertips tightened around her waist, suppressing the terrifying surging forth.
A pain shot through her lower back, and Zhou Yi frowned, her discomfort showing on her face.
pain.
But she didn't say anything; instead, she looked at Wenren Chen.
Upon closer inspection, it became clear that the gentleman's expression was quite different; he seemed to be suppressing something and appeared very uncomfortable.
Zhou Yi's expression changed, and she quickly placed her finger on Wenren Chen's forehead, exclaiming in surprise, "Sir, your forehead is so hot!"
The blush on her cheeks vanished instantly. Zhou Yi looked around and saw the first-aid kit on the coffee table.
Doctors.
They are going to the hospital.
My husband has a fever; it's because his injury last night was serious, and he needs to go to the hospital.
Zhou Yi's face turned ashen. She quickly grabbed Wenren Chen's hand and said, "Sir, you have a fever. We need to go to the hospital right now!"
Sir, you're being too serious.
How could this be?
Zhou Yi was panicked, but she tried her best to suppress her panic, calm herself down, and took Wenren Chen to the hospital.
but.
She grabbed him to leave, but he didn't budge.
Zhou Yi looked at him: "Sir... Ah!"
His body was lifted into the air in an instant.
Zhou Yi gasped in surprise, her slender arms quickly wrapping around Wenren Chen's neck, her eyes wide as she stared at him.
Wenren Chen carried her to the sofa, letting her sit on his lap and in his arms.
Zhou Yi realized what was happening, her face filled with astonishment: "Sir, you...you have a fever, you need to go to the hospital, we..."
"A little hot."
"what……"
Zhou Yi was stunned.
hot?
Is it hot?
Wenren Chen gazed intently at the person in his arms, his voice low and hoarse: "It's not a fever."
His voice was noticeably different from usual; it was hoarse. Zhou Yi quickly shook his head: "No, no, it's a fever. Sir, you're sick. It must be from the injury you sustained last night. Your voice is hoarse."
“We’re going to the hospital. The medical kit I brought only has medicine for treating external injuries, not any oral medication. We need to go to the hospital to see a doctor.”
"Sir, we'll go to the hospital now."
Zhou Yi grabbed his hand, intending to leave his embrace and take him to the hospital.
I'm in a real hurry.
but.
His arms were wrapped around her like an iron cage, and she couldn't get down.
His heavy strength bound her, making her unable to move in his arms.
Zhou Yi frowned, looking at this stubborn man who refused to go to the hospital. He grabbed the man's hand anxiously: "Sir, you are really sick. You don't have a fever. A fever would not cause a hoarse voice. Your voice is wrong, and your complexion is wrong too. Sir, you have to go to the hospital. You can't not go. Let's go to the hospital, sir."
Zhou Yi was particularly worried, afraid that he would get hurt, that his injury would be serious, or that he would get sick.
She doesn't want to.
My husband is such a good person; I hope he stays healthy and lives to be a hundred years old.
If she could, she would be willing to get hurt and sick in place of her husband.
Wenren Chen stared intently at the anxious and uneasy person in his arms. At this moment, his eyes were unusually dark, filled with a deep sorrow.
As those urgent words reached her ears, his eyes, like a rolling darkness, swept across her face, taking in all her worries, anxieties, and fears.
It swallowed her whole.
The little hand gripped him tightly, refusing to let go.
At this moment, her heart and eyes were filled with nothing but Wenren Chen.
At this moment, the frenzied restlessness and shouting reached their peak, making him want to do something.
However, those pure eyes, her cleanliness, her purity, her preciousness, made the terrible things that would break through everything and hurt her sink down little by little.
He said, "I'm a little thirsty."
"Thirsty?"
Zhou Yi was stunned.
But very quickly, she thought of something, looked at the sunlight outside, then looked around, and finally looked at him, and asked in a tight voice, "Sir, have you been working at the company since you came here?"
Wenren Chen said, "Hmm."
He gazed deeply at her, at her deep concern for him, her whole heart's concern.
Zhou Yi frowned, pursed her lips, and her eyes and face were filled with guilt for a moment: "I'm sorry, sir, I'm sorry for keeping you up this morning."
It's her fault, it's all her fault.
With her two little hands clasped tightly, Zhou Yi looked around and said, "I'll go get you some water, warm water."
"Have some water first."
She wanted to leave him, so she immediately went to pour him some water.
He hasn't had any water for several hours since he left the old house this morning.
No wonder his voice was hoarse.
It's her fault.
"No need, I'll make a call."
He pulled his arms around her, not letting her leave even a little, and took out his phone to make a call.
but.
A large hand was enveloped by a pair of small hands, along with the phone, all tightly wrapped up.
Her soft palm enveloped him, as if cradling his entire heart like a precious jewel.
Wenren Chen held his phone and remained motionless.
He gazed at her, his eyes deep and intense.
They're making a comeback.
Zhou Yi said, "Sir, please don't speak or move now. I'll go get you some water."
After saying that, she immediately left his embrace and ran out of the president's office.
This time, Wenren Chen did not stop him.
His eyes followed the figure who ran away like a rabbit; she wasn't running away.
She will come back.
Proactive, and very quickly.
He sat there, his eyes fixed on the outside, the darkness churning within them.
Zhou Yi knew where the tea room was; this wasn't her first time at Tiansheng.
She quickly brought in a glass of warm water and hurried to Wenren Chen's side: "Sir, the water is here."
Wenren Chen sat on the sofa. She told him not to move, so he didn't. He leaned back against the sofa, holding his phone with his fingertips, his eyes closed.
His aura was incredibly calm.
It was eerily quiet.
Zhou Yi's voice was soft, filled with tension, worry, self-blame, and guilt.
It was because she didn't take good care of her husband.
She is now her husband's wife, and she should take good care of him.
A soft, self-reproachful voice reached his ears, and Wenren Chen opened his eyes to see a face filled with endless regret.
He regretted that she hadn't taken good care of him.
Wenren Chen said, "Come here."
"it is good."
When Zhou saw him open his eyes, he quickly brought water to him.
Wenren Chen reached out his hand.
Zhou Yi immediately gave him the water.
Wenren Chen took the water glass, and then...