The day was getting darker.

At around eight o’clock in the evening, Ji Chaozhou’s fever finally subsided, and he woke up.

He raised his hand to touch the thing he could feel on his forehead and took it off in a daze.

The bedroom was pitch black. Ji Chaozhou slowly sat up, stretched out his hand to press the light switch on the bedside table, and finally saw the thing in his other hand: it was a cold compress.

At almost the same time, someone pushed open the door and entered.

“You’ve woken up?”

Ji Chaozhou looked up, his consciousness gradually coming back: it was the bodyguard.

Cheng Lui noticed that the light in the bedroom turned on, and she walked over from the living room.

She could see that the bangs on her boyfriend’s forehead were still damp, but the color of his previously pale lips seemed to have returned to their original plush shade. He probably just woke up from sleep—there was still a faint layer of red on the side of one of his cheeks.

Normally, Young President Cheng’s mind would be full of pornographic thoughts, but right now her only concern was whether her boyfriend’s fever has subsided.

Cheng Liu walked quickly to the bedside and reached out to touch her boyfriend’s forehead.

Ji Chaozhou had just woken up, and before he fully realized what was happening, he was already feeling the bodyguard’s touch on his skin. He looked up at Cheng Liu in astonishment.

Unfortunately, this had no deterrent effect at all. Because of the fever—even though it seemed to have already subsided—his eyes were glistening and moist.

No one could stop the beauty from being one, but Young President Cheng’s heart was the most resolute at this time, unmoved in the slightest.

She withdrew her hand, and just to be sure, she picked up the thermometer and touched her boyfriend’s forehead to make certain everything was fine. “You’re not burning up anymore.”

Ji Chaozhou has never been treated like this before, so casually… even with an indescribable sense of intimacy.

“Are you hungry? I’ll heat up the food.” Cheng Liu left the bedroom and put the food packed at noon into the microwave to heat it up.

She ate too much at six in the afternoon and didn’t plan to eat any more.

What’s more, the meals packed from Guyu restaurant were all her boyfriend’s favorite dishes from last time.

Cheng Liu turned around and saw her boyfriend coming out of the bedroom. She handed him a glass of water, “Drink some water.” 

“Thank you.” Ji Chaozhou’s voice was a little hoarse, and his lips were chapped due to the previous low-grade fever.

He sat down, held the glass in his hand, and drank slowly.

The temperature of the water was just right: neither cold nor hot. Ji Chaozhou drank it all down and became more sober.

He looked at Number Six standing by the kitchen island.

Today… has she been taking care of him all this time?

“This may not be as fresh and tasty,” Cheng Liu said as she brought over the warmed up dishes.

Ji Chaozhou looked down at the food on the table—they looked familiar. He realized they were dishes from Guyu restaurant.

Cheng Liu reached out and took the empty water glass in front of him, “Do you want more?”

“Hmm,” Ji Chaozhou responded in a low voice; his expression was weary, the body aches and fatigue caused by the low-grade fever has not yet disappeared.

Cheng Liu poured another glass of water and handed it to her boyfriend. “After eating, wash up and sleep again. We can go to the mall tomorrow morning.”

Ji Chaozhou didn’t speak and simply ate quietly.

Occasionally, he would raise his eyes to look at the bodyguard opposite him. She was leaning lazily on the chair, looking down at her mobile phone. He didn’t know whether she was sending messages to Ji Mushan or to her family.

Ji Chaozhou guessed afterwards that she was probably messaging her family.

Because he saw her smile.

… …

At this moment, Young President Cheng was exchanging WeChat messages with the bank president.

They were still confirming what font and engraving technique to use on the plaque.

The plaque was 40x60cm, a tad larger than an award certificate, but not too big.

After threshing out the font engraving situation with the bank president, Cheng Liu imagined how her wedding with her boyfriend would be held in the future, and a smile unconsciously bloomed on her face.

… …

After a while, Ji Chaozhou put down his chopsticks and said he was done eating.

Cheng Liu put down her phone, glanced at the many dishes still left on the table, and sighed deeply in her heart: her boyfriend didn’t really grow up eating fairy dew, did he?

“I’ll clean up, you go and rest.” Cheng Liu got up and began to clean up the table.

Ji Chaozhou wanted to take a bath, so he took a new set of clothes and went into the bathroom. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a strange towel thrown into the laundry hamper under the sink.

That’s not what he threw there this morning.

Ji Chaozhou stood in front of the sink and some vague memories came flooding in—it’s as if someone wiped his nape and chest for him…

There were only the two of them in the suite, so he didn’t even need to think about who did it.

Ji Chaozhou’s expression was a little strange because he also remembered that he seemed to have held the other person’s hand at some point.

He didn’t know what the other party would think of him.

Ji Chaozhou’s atmosphere of world-weariness became more and more serious. He clasped one hand on his forearm, tight, his nails almost scratching out blood.

*Tuk-tuk–*

Cheng Liu stood outside, knocking on the door to remind him, “Don’t wash for too long, it’s easy to catch a cold.”

Surprised, his thoughts interrupted, Ji Chaozhou let go of his arm and pulled down his sleeves.

After a while, Cheng Liu heard a ‘hmm’ of acknowledgement from Ji Chaozhou inside, and she went back to the living room.

… …

When her boyfriend came out accompanied by a cloud of steam, Cheng Liu covered her face with a magazine she hastily grabbed from the table, and busied herself pretending to read it.

She was afraid that if she looked at him a few more times, she would get a nosebleed.

When Ji Chaozhou passed by Number 6, his footsteps paused, but he still went straight to the bedroom.

He didn’t care if she left or not; she probably got Ji Mushan’s order to watch over him.

Hearing the sound of the bedroom door closing, Cheng Liu finally put down the magazine. She inhaled and smelled the lingering fragrance in the air.

It was the hotel’s standard scent but, somehow, when her boyfriend passed by just now, she still smelled the moist and ambiguous, cold and unique fragrance from before.

It was… it was his own personal scent.

Young President Cheng had been thinking about this seriously, and tonight, she finally understood matters: this was clearly a kind of attraction at the genetic level…

She and her boyfriend were destined to be a match made in heaven!

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T/N: Cheng Liu really cracks me up.

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