Chapter 142 - Warning

Zhao Zhan had no choice but to lie down again.

He undid his inner clothes and let her rest on his chest.

As soon as their skin touched, Zhao Zhan couldn’t help but tremble. He was so nervous that he had forgotten to tie her inner clothes again.

Now that he was having skin-to-skin contact, Zhao Zhan only realized that the Jiaojiao in his arms was still there.

Yue Jiaojiao was in so much pain that she lost consciousness. When the heat that she had lost with great difficulty returned, her hands and feet were locked onto Zhao Zhan’s body, sticking very close to him.

It looked like she had used all her strength talking just now.

However, Zhao Zhan could easily move her limbs, but he couldn’t bear to do so. He could only lie there stiffly and let her move whenever she wanted to.

Yue Jiaojiao’s skin was burning hot.

His body temperature also gradually rose, and her face was shockingly red.

Yue Jiaojiao, who was comfortably covered by his body temperature, let out two satisfied moans.

She shifted her body and pressed her face against his chest.

He felt it clearly — it was soft and hot.

Zhao Zhan’s breathing could not help but become restrained and painful.

However, seeing his lover groaning in pain, Zhao Zhan’s worry finally eased a little. He hugged the woman in his arms tightly and opened his eyes to look at the curtain above his head, trying not to let his thoughts run wild.

The words he had said last night flashed through his mind.

Zhao Zhan felt his brain explode with a hot breath. He couldn’t tell whose skin was hotter, his or Yue Jiaojiao’s.

What storybook?

Did he learn from the storybook for nothing?

Even though he had only briefly glanced at it, the impact it had on him was hard to forget.

Something that had been separated by a layer of confusion had suddenly been pointed out. Zhao Zhan felt that the giant beast that had been tied up in his body was clamoring to break out of the cage.

“Jiaojiao?” Zhao Zhan’s voice was hoarse. “Are you feeling better?”

“Oh.”

His chest was too hard, and Yue Jiaojiao felt uncomfortable lying there, her body moving around restlessly finding a comfortable position.

Zhao Zhan was panting heavily. He hugged her tightly as he lay on his side, his fingers touching her muscles. The delicate skin was restrained and reluctant.

“It hurts…”

Yue Jiaojiao cried out.

He unconsciously used more force.

Red marks appeared on Yue Jiaojiao’s skin.

Zhao Zhan took a deep breath, wishing he could just plunge his head into the cold water. He bit the tip of his tongue and quietly put on her clothes. Then, he wrapped her tightly with the blanket and carried her to the doctor.

If this continued, he didn’t know when she would recover.

“Doctor! Doctor!”

Zhao Zhan banged on the door hard, his voice anxious. “Doctor Zhou, are you there?”

“Coming, coming.” The assistant in charge of collecting the medicine yawned and opened the door. “Sir Zhao?”

“Is Doctor Zhou in?”

“Yes, he’ll be at the front hall soon.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Doctor Zhou walked over from the backyard. When he saw Zhao Zhan’s appearance, he glared at him unhappily. “Are you sick? Or your wife?”

“My wife.” Zhao Zhan continued to hold Yue Jiaojiao without letting go, “She’s been infected with the cold wind and has a high fever. I’m afraid that something will happen if we delay too long.”

Doctor Zhou walked over and looked at Yue Jiaojiao, who was wrapped up like a dumpling. His forehead twitched. “If you’ve wrapped her up like this, how am I supposed to take her pulse? Also, she has a high fever caused by the cold wind. You wrapped her up so tightly that you didn’t let the heat spread out. How can she be cured?” As he spoke, Doctor Zhou pressed down on Jiaojiao’s wrist, which had been exposed from the blanket as he glared at Zhao Zhan. “Although I told you to take care of your body last time, looking at your wife like this, what did you do before you went out?”

Zhao Zhan was speechless and didn’t know what to say.

“That’s enough. I’ll get the waiter to boil some medicine for your wife. She’ll have another bowl when the sun rises. She’ll be better once her high fever subsides,” Doctor Zhou said as he grabbed Zhao Zhan’s wrist to check his pulse while he wasn’t paying attention as well. He looked at him meaningfully. “Your wife’s body is weak, so you have to exercise some restraint. Although your qi is more vigorous than others, you can’t be too impetuous. You must pay attention to propriety. You can’t let your wife suffer from the cold and have a high fever again because of this matter.”

Zhao Zhan was speechless.