Chapter 52 Hug him
When Jin Shiyue got up, the sky was still faintly dark.
Standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, he had a panoramic view of the lush expanse of Central Park, the bright lights of the Midtown and Downtown skylines, and the tranquil waterways of Manhattan.
The maid came to clean up the kitchen and prepared two Western breakfasts.
Jin Shiyue raised his wrist to look at the time. It was half past eight and Lian Li had not come down yet.
The God of Wealth has completed his morning exercise of running five times around his apartment.
Jin Shiyue led the God of Wealth to Lian Li's bedroom and knocked on the door twice, but there was no movement.
He unscrewed the door and let the God of Wealth in first to take a look.
Although this is a male Tibetan mastiff.
But in emergencies, there is no distinction between male and female. At worst, kill it when the time comes.
The God of Wealth walked in quickly, and soon there was a rapid barking sound coming from inside.
Jin Shiyue stepped through the door. The plaster chandelier in the bedroom was still on, and the artist's works hung on the wall. The person on the double bed frowned, turned over, and was crying and mumbling something.
"Mom..."
Jin Shiyue knelt on one knee on the bed, leaned forward, and pushed away the wet hair sticking to his forehead. He felt her body temperature with his palms and found it hot to death.
Got a fever.
He picked up the crook of Lian Li's legs and easily picked her up.
Lian Li was dazed in her sleep, feeling cold and hot, like a world of ice and fire. The quilt was lifted, and the coldness deepened, causing her to barely open her eyes.
Jin Shiyue slid his eyelids down and his gaze fell on Lian Li's face. Her cheeks were red and her eyes were blank, as if she didn't recognize who he was.
"You are sick, I will take you to the hospital." He said in a low voice.
"I'm not going to the hospital..." Lian Li tried to break free from his arms, but in vain. Only a steady stream of tears overflowed from her eyes, staining Jin Shiyue's clothes.
She frowned and was very resistant to the hospital.
Jin Shiyue could only give up, put her on the bed, and called the family doctor.
Lian Li cried silently, and big teardrops fell onto the pillow.
She kept calling her mother, saying that she didn't want me anymore.
Jin Shiyue helped Lian Li up and held her in his chest. He raised his hand and gently stroked her face.
Lian Li's wet tears rolled down Jin Shiyue's palms, like a sharp knife cutting a bloody gash in his skin.
Jin Shiyue looked down at her and said in a low voice, "Where do you feel uncomfortable?"
"Headache..." Lian Li's voice was broken and crying, "I have a sun on my head..."
She was like a squid on the chopping board, being rolled up and down and left and right in the fire, and every part of her body felt burning pain.
Jin Shiyue encountered various difficulties and difficulties in the military region, and even life and death situations had never been so difficult. He held her face with his palms and wiped her tears gently, but her eyes were like strong springs, tears welling up continuously.
I didn’t see anyone crying so much on the street last night.
Lian Li felt the warmth and hooked her arms around Jin Shiyue's neck, wrapping around him like vines.
The girl's soft body pressed against him, and Jin Shiyue's body instantly stiffened.
"You did it on purpose, didn't you?" He pinched her face gently.
Lian Li only felt that the force on her cheek was very small and the touch was gentle, like a mother teasing a child.
She was like a swaddled baby longing for her mother's warmth. She sat on Jin Shiyue's lap, hugged his neck with her hands, and buried her face in his neck. Tears pattered down his neck, seeping into his skin silently.
She kept calling her mother, and her body was so hot that it made his body temperature rise.
Jin Shiyue lowered his eyes to explore Lian Li's condition. Her consciousness was chaotic and unconscious, as if she was immersed in a dream, holding on to her mother who only appeared in her dreams.
Nuo Da's room was silent, with only the delicate sounds of girls crying and calling for their mothers and the helpless sighs of men. Lian Li had a very light fragrance, like the fragrance of oranges in the sun, bright and bright, drifting into Jin Shiyue's nose and flowing to the internal organs.
He had no time to take into account the hotness, softness, restlessness and smell she brought to him at the moment. He stretched out his arms to hold her in his arms, patting her back gently with his hands, coaxing her like a child.
"Be good. Stop crying."
"There is a sun on my head...it hurts..." she choked.
He coaxed in a low voice: "Catch Hou Yi and shoot as many suns as you want."
Not to mention the sun, the stars and the moon are all given to her.
She seemed to have arrived in a warm harbor and gradually calmed down.
The family doctor arrived quickly. The 40-year-old middle-aged foreign lady took the temperature of the middle-aged foreign lady, put her on a drip, prescribed antipyretics, and stayed in the apartment to take care of her condition.
The family doctor didn't leave until Lianli's fever subsided.
Lian Li's head was heavy, and she vaguely remembered today's flight back to China. She opened her eyes with difficulty and woke up. The bedroom was dark, with only the plaster chandelier dimly lit. She couldn't tell whether it was early morning or dusk.
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Lian Li took a breath, stood up on her elbows, and wanted to turn on the light, when the sound of footsteps suddenly came to her ears.
"Who?" She was instinctively alert, and as soon as she spoke, she was shocked to realize that her voice was too hoarse.
Jin Shiyue walked in with long legs and sloppy steps. When he found the frightened Lian Li, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.
"Wake up." Jin Shiyue walked to the bedside and reached out to touch her forehead.
Lian Li subconsciously hid back and looked at him strangely: "What are you doing?"
"I won't recognize anyone until I'm better." Jin Shiyue directly grabbed her chin and squeezed her finger bones a little harder. Lian Li opened her mouth slightly and stuffed two pills into it.
Lian Li was not prepared and swallowed it. The taste buds felt bitter.
Jin Shiyue picked up the glass on the bedside table: "Drink it yourself, or I'll feed it to you."
Lian Li probably guessed what happened.
She caught a cold and lacked sleep, which reduced her body's resistance and developed a fever.
"I'll drink it myself." Lian Li took the glass from his hand. When they handed it over, their fingertips touched and she almost let go.
Jin Shiyue turned a blind eye and reached out to touch her forehead again to check the temperature. This time she didn't even hide because some vague pictures flashed through her mind.
The hot and scorching video froze the whole scene in an instant.
She seemed to be hugging Jin Shiyue?
! ! !
Lian Li was horrified, as if a tornado swept through her mind, setting off an uproar of memories.
An illusion, definitely an illusion.
Jin Shiyue stood beside the bed, his sleeves rolled up to his forearms meticulously. He had a figure with broad shoulders, narrow waist and long legs, giving him a strong sense of presence. He lowered his eyes to look at her, assessing her condition.
Lian Li felt uncomfortable being stared at. Her thick and curled eyelashes trembled. She held the glass and drank slowly as if nothing happened.
Jin Shiyue did not let her go: "Do you still want to hug her?"
"Ahem!"
Lian Li suddenly choked on the water. After coughing a few times, she looked up at Jin Shiyue.
The man's eyebrows are high, his eye sockets are deep, and his crow-feather-like eyelashes hang down, covering his cold and sharp red phoenix eyes, which makes the sense of distance less.
Jin Shiyue pulled up a chair, with his long legs slightly spread, and sat across from Lian Li, like an uncle.
He lightly raised his eyelids and raised a mischievous smile on his lips, free to interrogate her: "Where did you touch me?"
(End of chapter)