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At the bathroom sink, Zuo Zixian stood in front of the square mirror, unscrewing the ointment and preparing to apply it.

But before she could make a move, the ointment was taken by Ling Yiheng from behind, "I'll do it."

Following which, his callused fingers were already smeared with ointment, smearing it on her back. The coolness of the ointment made her whole body shudder. She felt very comfortable, as if she wasn't itching anymore.

He smeared it on another red spot, and this time Zuo Zixian felt even more comfortable, and even his eyes slightly narrowed.

Instead of resisting, she began to enjoy his services.

After a while, she quietly opened her eyes and peeked out of the corner of her eye to look at that perfectly handsome face in the mirror. Her heart was beating like a little deer, as if it was going to jump out from her throat.

His movements were very light, but they were also extremely ambiguous. It was as if he was rubbing medicine, or massaging. However, it was more like he was caressing her.

Her body couldn't stop trembling. She could clearly feel the faint teasing of a man.

There was one place on her back he hadn't touched, and she was so itchy that she couldn't resist reaching out to scratch the itchy spot, but before she could grab it, her hand was gripped by a warm palm.

She raised her eyes and saw Ling Yiheng staring at her in the mirror with his brows furrowed. Under the light of the lamp, his lips were slightly pursed, making it seem even more radiant, causing her heart to slightly palpitate.

The man seemed to have felt her gaze and immediately looked at her as well. The light in Zuo Zisheng's eyes seemed to have been poured in from the light, sparkling and containing a trace of hallucination.

The two of them were silent for a long time. Something was fermenting in the air.

The next moment, the man turned her around, pressed her head down and kissed her full lips.

It was probably because she had taken a bath that her lips were softer than usual, and they even smelled like jasmine toothpaste.

Zuo Zi was shocked, he actually did not feel any resistance towards this kind of situation.

As if all of this was natural, being in the same room with Ling Yiheng actually made her somewhat happy.

But her mind told her she shouldn't be doing this to him, so she pulled his hand and tried to push him away. However, the man was currently hugging her with all his might. His thin lips were constantly caressing her lips. The hot kiss made both of them flustered, causing her hands to become a lot weaker.

Just as she opened her mouth to tell him to stop, his dexterous tongue slipped into her mouth and forcefully absorbed the nourishment she wanted from her honey, causing Zuo Zixian's entire body to go numb from the kiss. She struggled and finally managed to free herself.

However, because she used too much strength, the towel on her body unexpectedly fell off as she struggled. At this moment, her naked body appeared before his eyes.

For a moment, both of them were stupefied. The man's eyes stared greedily and deeply at Chun Guang, while Zuo Zisheng was so embarrassed that he quickly turned his body around.

She crouched down in a hurry and took the towel and wrapped it around herself again.

Ling Yiheng looked at her action in amusement, "I don't mind your seducing me like this."

The mockery in his voice made her face turn red, and she felt angry and resentful. "I don't want it!"

Damn man, always taking advantage of her!

"You'd better go out now. I can rub the ointment myself." Then, without any hesitation, she ordered him to leave, wishing that she could immediately make him disappear.

However, the man showed no signs of moving, and continued to stand there unperturbed.

"So petty?" It's not my first time kissing you, nor is it my first time seeing you. " His expression was the same as usual, but it caused Zuo Zixian's face to instantly turn livid.

He looked as if she were a casual woman who could kiss him and see him as she pleased.

This made the Left Sage Scholar walk out of the bathroom in anger and run straight to the guest room. Arriving at the guest room, Zuo Zizhen beat himself up in annoyance. He really didn't know what he was thinking just now, how could he agree to have him help with the ointment. This was clearly luring wolves into the room!

However, she actually felt that he was enjoying the act of helping her apply the ointment. Thinking of this, Zuo Zixian started to hate himself.

She clearly shouldn't have those feelings she shouldn't have towards him, but how come she just couldn't calm down in front of him?

She held the ointment to the mirror and looked at the red spots on her body. She applied the ointment to the areas that she didn't touch, then massaged the ointment until it was completely absorbed by her skin before lying on the bed.

Fortunately, Ling Yiheng didn't come to the guest room to disturb her, allowing her to stay here quietly.

Her mind was in a whirl, and she did not fall asleep until the latter part of the night. When he woke up from his dream, Zuo Zixian felt a little uncomfortable and propped himself up from the bed. He subconsciously touched his forehead and realized that he had a fever.

She patted her forehead, feeling weak, then lay back down, ready to cover herself with the quilt to quench her fever.

However, as she lay down, she accidentally knocked against something beside her. She then heard a "bang" and something fell.

Almost in an instant, her door was wrenched open from the outside.

Then, she heard Ling Yiheng's voice from the door, "What's wrong?"

Zuo Zixian looked at Ling Yiheng in surprise, he didn't expect him to appear in his room so quickly.

"You … "Why are you here?" She looked at him quizzically, her voice soft and weak.

"I went to the washroom. I heard a sound and came over." he said.

He had always slept lightly, and he didn't know why he couldn't sleep more soundly without her around.

Zuo Zixian turned on the bedside lamp, frowned, propped up his body and said: "I might have a fever."

However, she was probably too weak, so she sat for a while before she lay down again.

Ling Yiheng quickly walked over and covered her forehead with his hand. As expected, he felt the heat coming from his palm, causing his expression to change.

His brow furrowed. "How did you get a fever? Did you catch a cold?"

"I don't know either. It was probably because of the bath earlier." Her sickly tone made the man even more worried.

"I'll take you to the hospital. Change your clothes." He sighed.

"No, I don't want to go to the hospital!"

"You have a fever. If you don't go to the hospital, there will be trouble." His tone was so gentle that even he could not believe it, but at this moment, he could no longer conceal the pain he felt for her.

Zuo Zixian shook his head, "I just had a fever, so I'll be fine. You can help me sell some antipyretic drugs."

The man obviously couldn't accept her hasty treatment of his illness, but there didn't seem to be any other way.

He went downstairs to help her buy the antipyretic for twenty-four hours, and to help her pour the warm water. When he entered the bedroom, he saw that Zuo Zixian was already sleeping soundly.

He went over and woke her up and told her to take her medicine. Her eyelids fluttered, but she refused to open them. She only half-closed her eyes, as if she didn't even have the strength to speak.

"Help me, I don't have the strength."

He placed the cup and the medicine on the bedside table, took hold of her arms, and easily lifted her up.

A wave of nausea rose in her stomach as she looked at the pills he handed her. She had never liked drugs, no matter what they were.

Still, he tried to resist the nausea and swallowed the medicine. Then he quickly put the cup to his mouth and took a big gulp of water. However, because he had choked on the water so quickly, his face turned red and then he coughed out, out of breath.

Ling Yi Heng's expression softened as he gently caressed her back to help her get better.

Unaware of how weak she was due to her sickness, her heart softened. She involuntarily leaned into his embrace, her face pressed against his warm chest, as if she had found someone to lean on. Her eyes were slightly closed, and tears flowed down her cheeks. His mind was in a mess and he felt wronged.

Ling Yiheng looked at the tears on her eyelashes and coaxed, "Alright, good girl, it's alright. Have a good night's sleep after taking the antipyretic."

Zuo Zixian bit his lip, and his tears started to flow again. He looked at him with watery eyes, looking like a pitiful little animal.

The man squeezed her head tighter, his voice softer. "I'll stay with you, okay?"

Before she even realized what he had said, her body had already softly collapsed. She muttered something that Ling Yi Heng could not hear clearly.

Then he took off his shoes, lay down on the bed, and covered both of them with the quilt. He held her carefully and covered her with the quilt.

"Alright, go to sleep. You'll be fine in the morning."

Listening to his comforting words, Zuo Zixian froze for a moment. He wanted to let him down, but his embrace was too warm, she actually didn't want to leave, so in the end she didn't say anything and laid peacefully in his embrace.

He had wanted to raise his head to see if he was asleep, but when he moved, his eyes were covered by the palm. His vision went completely dark and he couldn't see anything.

Lying on his chest, listening to his steady, clear heartbeat, she felt safe and warm. For the first time, he felt that it was really good to have him by his side.

It was probably the antipyretic that had taken effect. Not long after, she fell asleep on his chest.

When Ling Yi Heng heard her even and quiet breathing and felt the delicate body in his embrace, he could not help but bitterly smile. He looked at the ceiling above him and did not know how long it would take for him to fall asleep.

However, to be able to feel her temperature and breath made him extremely happy.

It was as if there had never been a woman who could give him such a happy feeling, even bringing him comfort.

It seemed that he needed to think of a way to hug her like this every night and sleep.

The sleeping girl had no idea that her future had been set in stone.