"This is my place too, why can't you come?" Rong Junlie raised his eyebrows and retorted.

"..." Luo Yan glanced at him, then half-knelt down without saying a word, rolled up his trouser legs, raised her head, and saw his eyes staring at her with a strange expression.

Looking towards where he was looking, Luo Yan lowered her head and couldn't help but let out an "ah" sound. It turned out that the collar of her clothes had opened at some point. From a condescending perspective, it was completely exposed, and her snow-white brother was completely exposed.

under someone's sight.

Luo Yan stood up with her cheeks burning, and tightly tugged on the gauze in her hand. She was embarrassed and annoyed, "You can change it yourself."

With that said, she was about to leave.

Rong Junlie took her hand and whispered, "Why are you shy? Your body is mine. I saw it, so what can I do?"

Facing his voyeuristic confidence, Luo Yan had nothing to say and wanted to throw away his hand, but he stood up, held her tightly in his arms, and said domineeringly, "Without my permission, you are not allowed to go anywhere."

go."

Luo Yan didn't understand his seemingly dependent domineering attitude. Sometimes he stared at her, sometimes he touched her gently, sometimes he hugged her domineeringly, and sometimes he teased and kissed her.

She didn't understand if there was a hint of hypocrisy under this mask of seeming love. She was afraid, she was afraid that she would fall again.

So when she wanted to reach out and respond to the hug, she still stood there blankly, doing nothing.

Suddenly Luo Yan felt something was wrong with Rong Junlie's body, a little too hot.

She pushed him away and reached out to touch his forehead. Sure enough, it was a little hot. She helped him sit down on a bench and took a thermometer to measure it. It was 39 degrees, which meant he had a fever.

"Why didn't you say anything just now?" Luo Yan looked at him anxiously and shouted at him angrily, "Come on, I'll take you to the hospital now."

Rong Junlie looked like he was injured and glared coldly, "Isn't this your responsibility? I am the patient and you are the caregiver."

After all this time, he can still be so pretentious.

Luo Yan really couldn't stand him, "Okay, it's my fault. Then I will make up for my mistake now and take you to the hospital."

But Rong Junlie closed his eyes and didn't move, and then fell into a deep sleep.

Luo Yan had no choice but to call the gardener at home, carry him to the room, call the family doctor, give him an infusion, and then take care of him sleeplessly at the bedside.

His high fever never went away.

Luo Yan put an ice towel on Rong Junlie all night. The next morning, when she woke up from a nap, she saw that Rong Junlie hadn't woken up yet, so she took the towel off his forehead and brushed it with the back of her hand.

, his forehead is no longer hot.

Luo Yan then breathed a sigh of relief.

Finally his fever subsided.

Luo Yan, who was sitting by the bed, looked intently at Rong Junlie, who was sleeping soundly. It seemed that he had lost a lot of weight due to such an illness.

She pulled up the quilt and covered him with some distress. He murmured something in a low voice with frowning eyebrows. She lowered her head and listened carefully, and then she heard clearly, "Yan'er..."

He is calling her.

Deep in his heart, there is still a place for her.

Luo Yan looked at him quietly, feeling very hurt in her heart. If Rong Junlie had her in his heart and would call her subconsciously when he was unconscious, then why would he ask other women to be by his side...

Luo Yan looked at him and remained in a daze. It was not until dawn that she gathered up her tired body and mood and went downstairs to make him a sumptuous breakfast.

When Luo Yan cooked the carefully cooked bird's nest porridge, Rong Junlie came out of the room and walked down the stairs. When he saw Luo Yan busy, he called out softly, "How can I

Why are you still receiving infusion on the back of your hand when you wake up?"

Luo Yan came over and helped him into the room and sat on the bed, "Have you forgotten? You have a fever, and you have had it all night."

"Are you taking care of me?" Rong Junlie raised his head and raised his eyebrows feebly.

"Otherwise, who else..." Luo Yan said these words softly, and then hurriedly brought the porridge she had brought in front of him, "Come on, drink some porridge after you have a fever to help digestion."

Rong Junlie was tired of eating liquid food for several days. He pushed it away in disgust, "I don't want to eat this."

Seeing that he was being willful, Luo Yan frowned, "Then what do you want to eat?"

Rong Junlie glanced at the porridge with some disgust. It had no taste at all and was annoying.

He has never been a vegetarian, okay?

"You." Looking at the nervous little woman in front of him, Rong Junlie said in a deep tone.

When he saw Luo Yan blushing, he felt a prelude to getting angry, so he immediately changed his words and said, "As long as it's not this!"

After saying that, he glanced at Luo Yan meaningfully, which made her tremble with fear, her eyes flickering to avoid his depth.

After a while, Luo Yan took a deep breath secretly, looked at him helplessly, turned around and went to the kitchen. The patient was the boss, so she didn't care about him.

However, she never knew that Rong Junlie could still play tricks, so she couldn't help but feel a little funny, and the previous tension was gone.

But Rong Junlie looked at Luo Yan's leaving figure, stunned, his eyes were deep and charming, and he didn't know what he was thinking in his heart.

"Here, this is the newly made preserved egg and lean meat porridge, it should taste pretty good!"

After a while, Luo Yan opened the door again and came in.

"Why did it take so long?" Rong Junlie originally thought that Luo Yan would come over to accompany him immediately after she came out. Who knew that she kept him waiting for so long?

When Luo Yan heard his questioning, the anger she had suppressed suddenly burst out like a volcano, pouring towards Rong Junlie.

"Isn't this because you don't eat that bowl of porridge? Do you know what time I have been busy cooking it? If you don't eat a word, I will go downstairs and continue to cook it for you..."

Luo Yan growled depressedly. After venting her anger, she noticed the change in Rong Junlie's eyes and immediately fell silent.

But Rong Junlie smiled in surprise, pushed himself up from the bed, leaned forward and kissed the red lips that made him think about them day and night.

He originally thought that she would let the nanny do these little things. After all, she took care of him all night last night. Thinking about this, he felt a little deeper in his heart. After all, people are always weak and helpless when they are sick.

Powerful people like Rong Junlie are no exception.

"Well..." Because there was a patient next to her, Luo Yan was angry, but she didn't dare to make any big move and could only push her away gently.

Finally, when their breaths merged, their lips parted, and transparent fluid flowed out from between the lips that were touching each other, adding a bit of lustful atmosphere for no reason.

"Well, do you want some porridge?" Luo Yan opened her misty eyes, and after meeting Rong Junlie's half-smiling eyes, she suddenly woke up and hurriedly wiped her lips pretending to be unintentional.

, gritted his teeth and asked.

However, although she didn't mean to do it, Rong Junlie saw all this in his eyes. It was like this little woman was writing and drawing on his heart with a quill, which made him feel itchy.

The thick Adam's apple in his throat rolled, as if he still had some unfinished thoughts.

Luo Yan was shocked by his appearance and directly took the bowl and went to it.

"Here, aren't you hungry? Hurry up and drink the porridge! I just made this and tasted it. At least it has some flavor..."

As if wanting to break the awkward atmosphere, Luo Yan kept talking without stopping for a moment.

Rong Junlie felt funny in his heart, but he still put on an aggrieved face and looked into Luo Yan's translucent watery eyes.

"I'm not hungry in my mouth, but I'm hungry here..." He gestured ambiguously towards Luo Yan.

"Where? Ah...you can eat it by yourself, I have something to do!" Luo Yan was like a mouse whose tail was stepped on, and she hurriedly ran out of the house.

Rong Junlie laughed loudly from behind, but then he lowered his head to comfort his little brother who was already saluting them, just wait a little longer, just wait a little longer!

Luo Yan, who hid behind the door, covered her pounding heart and looked at the mirror in front of her.

Is that the little woman with pink cheeks and a youthful look inside? Is that her?

And those willow eyebrows that look like rippling water, and those sparkling eyes...

Oh my god, she was squatting on the ground. When did she feel that this kind of thing was becoming less and less under her control, just like her own heart.

How many times have I warned myself, but now?

The sharp ringing of the phone broke the silence of the whole room. Luo Yan stood up, sorted out her thoughts, and went to answer the call.

However, when her eyes came into contact with the name beating on the phone screen, her heart twisted slightly.

Holding the phone in hand, Luo Yan carefully avoided the bedroom where Rong Junlie lived, walked quickly to the depths of the corridor, and then answered the call, "Brother Leng..."

"Yan'er, you haven't been back for a long time?" Leng Yuntian's tone on the other end of the phone was as calm and steady as usual.

"Uh..." Luo Yan raised the corners of her lips in embarrassment, not knowing what to say.

"You're going to be happy soon. Don't delay your studies. Give me a call when you come back and I'll have someone pick you up!"

Surprisingly, Leng Yuntian didn't get angry or question anything. Instead, he stepped down for her in such a considerate and warm manner. After all, there was an agreement, and Luo Yan still felt some complicated guilt towards her.

"Uh...Brother Leng, don't worry, I won't delay my studies..."

Luo Yan bit her lip and affirmed in a low voice. After a while, Leng Yuntian said nothing, but in the silent corridor, she seemed to hear a slight sigh from the man on the other end of the phone.

Why……

He must be disappointed in himself. No matter what she says or does, her heart is always attached to this man!

Luo Yan looked at the flashing screen on the phone, feeling a huge sense of sadness in her heart.

In fact, she didn't know what to do anymore. Every moment she got along with Rong Junlie was as warm as before. Maybe she had never been a person willing to take revenge on him!

Otherwise, how could I have become like this?

"Wife - wife -"
Chapter completed!