C132 Damn It Don't Cry!

Taking another step forward, he finally noticed her discomfort. She had actually covered herself with two quilts? He walked over to the bed and lifted the quilt, only to see her curled up inside with a head full of sweat.

She opened her eyes with much difficulty as if sensing his movements.

"Sorry, I really can't satisfy you tonight …" "Cough, cough …"

Her initially rosy lips were cracked by thirst. Her small body trembled as she curled up and hugged herself tightly.

"Cold..." "So cold …"

"Damn it!"

He softly cursed, and at the same time, his large, dry palm covered her forehead. The burning temperature that came from his palm caused his heart, which had been deliberately hardened for the past few days, to split open once again.

"Autumn Leaf …"

He whispered her name, and his big hands uncurled her curling body, smoothing her uneasiness and tremors, and tucked her into the quilt.

Staring at her grief-stricken face, he turned and went to the bathroom. He wet himself and put a towel on her forehead, then put on his coat and went downstairs to the drugstore to buy some fever pills.

All night long she had been talking uneasily and trembling, and he had been watching over her, and when she finally quieted down, he had taken her in his arms and gone to sleep.

He admitted that her words had hurt his self-esteem, and he kept asking for her every night just to prove that she was no different from those women, but the moment he saw her weak and pale, he finally admitted that she was really different to him.

Early in the morning, Autumn Leaf woke up from her drowsiness. She feebly raised her hand to test her forehead, but the fever seemed to have subsided, and her throat began to hurt. She opened her mouth, only to discover that she was extremely thirsty.

Her blurry vision froze when she saw the wrinkled bed beside her. She only remembered that she had a fever last night when she got home, so after taking a few pills, she fell into a deep sleep.

The reopened medicine box on the bedside made her even more lost, and the fragrant smell of porridge wafted over from the kitchen. Rubbing her aching forehead, she blankly walked out of the bedroom and into the kitchen.

He was wearing a loose housedress as he busied himself in the small kitchen. His tall and imposing figure seemed so out of place with the small kitchen. She stood there in a daze, at a loss for what to do. This … Was it a dream?

He was actually making porridge?

"I'll give you three seconds, go back and put on your slippers!"

She was still drowsy when she heard his voice, steady and strong, in her ears, and he continued to work without looking back.

Stunned, she looked down at her bare feet. Subconsciously, she turned around and walked back into the bedroom. As she walked, she gradually came to her senses.

She remembered who had helped her wipe the sweat off her forehead last night, who had fed her medicine, and who had tightly hugged her when she shivered from the cold. So it was all because of him …

Aren't you supposed to stop caring about her life and death in the future? Why did you have to be so warm to her after turning around? She really wanted him to continue being so cold.

Silently, she walked to her bedroom and put on her slippers. She took out her cell phone and couldn't help but wail, "Oh my god!" It was already past 8. She was finished. She still had a class at 8: 30!

He didn't have time to feel dizzy. He quickly washed his face, put on his clothes and hugged his textbook before rushing out. When he ran out of the bedroom, he was carrying porridge from the kitchen.

She looked at him and suddenly felt that she had nothing to say, so she lowered her head and continued walking. She was still afraid of him.

"What are you doing?"

He put down the porridge in his hand and walked over to her. She uneasily took a few steps back and looked down at her toes.

"I... "I have lessons later, I'll be going to them first …"

She was truly afraid of him. A week of torture and extortion had made her tremble with fear.

"Are you sure you can go to class like this?"

He reached out his big hands to take the small body into his arms.

She instinctively avoided it, and his outstretched hand froze in the air. She looked up uneasily at him for a moment, then quickly lowered her hand and said lightly,

"I can …"

Although his tone was calm, it was extremely estranged.

This feeling made him return to the estrangement he felt when they were first together. She had always kept him out of her heart, and even though she was extremely respectful on the surface, she actually didn't have any feelings for him in her heart. That made him feel cold.

He suddenly missed the days when she had yelled at him, or been gentle and coquettish with him. Seeing that he was still standing there without moving, Autumn Leaf turned her body to the side and walked around him.

"I'm leaving first!"

It was still a sentence without any emotion.

"Autumn Leaf …"

He suddenly called out to her. There was a trace of awkwardness in his tone. She stopped her steps but didn't turn around. She just stood there quietly.

She lowered her head and remained silent, causing Zhuang Shili to panic.

"I'm sorry!"

He strode forward and pulled her into his arms.

"Previous Week... "I really shouldn't have treated you like that …"

Autumn Leaf was stunned.

What did he say? Sorry? Was he apologizing to her?

How could someone as haughty as him say such words of apology? But why, after all he had done to her!

Struggling to push him away, she calmly looked up at him.

"You don't need to apologize. You bought me because of my body, right? We are just taking what we need from each other. We do not need to feel sorry, nor do we need to feel guilty. I do not complain about what you have said or done! "

A hint of pain flashed across his dark and deep eyes. He sighed lightly and once again reached out to pull her into his embrace. His tone was thick and helpless.

"My Autumn Leaf, then how can you not be angry?"

Leaning into his broad chest, her nose was filled with the scent of his body and the rich fragrance of food. Suddenly, her nose felt a bit sour. All the grievances of the past few days surged up her head in one go.

She didn't cry or make a ruckus. She just quietly let him carry her like a puppet without a soul. Her small face was filled with sadness.

"Why? Why do you have to be so rude to me, regardless of my feelings? Why did you say those hurtful things to me? "

The pain in her voice, the weakness and helplessness of her body against his, all of it was too much for him.

When she stubbornly confronted him, he could mercilessly hurt her. However, when faced with such a weak and wronged her, he was at a loss for what to do.

Therefore, he just stood there stiffly with his arms around her shoulders, consoling her with words that he didn't know how to say. Saying 'sorry' was already his limit.

Autumn Leaf didn't want to shed tears, but the more she spoke, the more wronged she felt. Thus, as she spoke, her tears couldn't help but begin to flow down, slowly transforming from soft sobs into tears.

"Damn it, don't cry!"

He frantically reached out his big hand to wipe away her tears. She raised her tear-filled face to question him.

"Why did you say that word to me?"

Confused, he raised his thick eyebrows and asked her,

"Which word?"

"Scram!"

She gritted her teeth and complained angrily, her eyes blazing.

He was stunned for a moment before reacting. Scram? What happened to the word?

He had been talking to those people under him every day, yet they did not have such a strong reaction?

"Do you know how hurtful that word is?"

Autumn Leaf stared at him in fury, and then she began to laugh coldly at herself.

"Oh no! "You will never understand. The lofty CEO Zhuang has never had anyone who dares to yell at you like this when you are chasing someone away. So you will never understand how heartbroken you are!"