Chapter 62
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Chapter 62 The Struggles of a Cold (2)
Chi Jingxi caught her quickly and carried her back to the soft couch. He simply sat down next to Wen Yantong to stop her from continuing to struggle. "Hurry up."
Mo Li didn't dare to delay, so she quickly wiped Wen Yantong's face and neck. It was so cold that Wen Yantong’s brows clenched, and she screamed, "Take it away! Take it away! It's too cold!"
Chi Jingxi held her wrists together to limit her movement.
Keeping Wen Yantong settled down was laborious work. Chi Jingxi felt so hot, as if he was about to sweat, even with the cold weather. After a while, the blush on Wen Yantong's face was fading, and her temperature was not as alarming as before.
"Continue to wipe." Chi Jingxi didn't allow the maid to stop.
The smell of oriental medicine on Wen Yantong's body was stronger than that in the bedding, especially her head area. She was petite, and Chi Jingxi could easily restrain her. It's just that she kept twisting her head, and the smell of medicinal herbs faintly entered Chi Jingxi's nose.
Unknowingly, during her struggle, Wen Yantong stretched out her foot and kicked the water basin on the chair, and most of its contents spilled on the soft couch.
Chi Jingxi subconsciously pulled her back a distance, so the cold water only wet her feet.
Mo Li exclaimed and hurriedly went to pick up the pot. The surroundings had been splashed with cold water, and there was nothing left in the basin. Mo Li was frightened and stepped aside, not daring to speak.
Wen Yantong seemed to vaguely realize that she caused some trouble, so she sat blankly and stopped struggling.
Chi Jingxi glanced at Wen Yantong angrily. Seeing that she was acting like a fool, he couldn't say anything to blame her. So he could only command Mo Li, "Quickly clean up."
Mo Li hurriedly stepped forward. She first wiped Wen Yantong's instep, and then she cleaned up the water on the soft couch with a cotton cloth. Finally, she wiped the water off the ground.
A large area of the soft couch was soaked in cold water, so one could no longer sleep on it anymore. Chi Jingxi felt a headache looking at Wen Yantong, who pretended to be stupid after her accident.
This cripple was more troublesome when he was sick.
Wen Yantong sat on it for a while. Her feet touched the wet place several times, and she instinctively wanted to leave. So she got down the soft couch, and without even wearing shoes, she walked to the bed barefoot.
Chi Jingxi noticed her intention and grabbed her. "What are you going to do?"
"Let go of me!" Wen Yantong flicked him away and exclaimed in a slightly fierce tone, "What do you want to do?!"
Chi Jingxi was both angry and puzzled. "Why are you still angry?"
Wen Yantong covered her head and whimpered. "My head hurts so much. Don't talk to me."
Chi Jingxi said sternly, "Go sit on the chair. It’s time to eat."
"No, I want to sleep."
"Do you want to starve to death or to die of illness?" Chi Jingxi resisted from letting his anger get the best of him and said, "No more sleeping."
Wen Yantong clicked her tongue. "Why are you so naggy? Get out of the way!"
Chi Jingxi closed his eyes and gritted his teeth. "What did you say to me?"
"Naggy! Naggy! Can't you hear me clearly?!" Wen Yantong, extremely daring when sick, shouted repeatedly.
…
Two minutes later:
Wen Yantong held her head with one hand while the other held the wool pad under her body. She sat on the chair and asked politely, "When will the meal be ready?"
Mo Li replied in a low voice, "Gongzi, it should be soon. Please wait just a little longer."
After Wen Yantong’s head was given a knucklehead sandwich by Chi Jingxi, she became extremely obedient. She nodded and waited while sniffing.
Chi Jingxi stood by the side with a dark face, waiting for the soup and rice to be delivered.
After a while, the meal came. Mo Li took it and handed it to Wen Yantong. The servant thought it was made for Chi Jingxi, so the food was quite rich and looked very appetizing. But Wen Yantong had no appetite.
She looked at Chi Jingxi. "I don't want to eat..."
Chi Jingxi was by the table. His index finger and ring finger of his right hand curled up, and he tapped them gently on the table. He looked at Wen Yantong with a calm expression. "What did you say?"
Wen Yantong remembered that these two fingers were the sharp tools that left a heavy wound on her head just now, so she gulped in fear. Taking from the hot soup and rice on the table, she ate in small bites.
Wen Yantong was seriously ill. She was dizzy, and her eyesight was blurry. Furthermore, she could not taste anything and really had no appetite, so she ate slowly.
Chi Jingxi said, "Eat faster!"
Wen Yantong made up an excuse. "Chopsticks are not convenient for soup and rice."
Chi Jingxi's indulgence towards the patient was beyond imagination, as he immediately ordered Mo Li. "Bring a spoon."
Mo Li assented and quickly handed over a spoon. Without an excuse, Wen Yantong ate half a bowl under Chi Jingxi's watch.
Then the hot medicine was delivered. After Wen Yantong drank the medicine, her body felt somewhat better.
Seeing that her complexion was getting better, Chi Jingxi asked the servants to clean up.
Wen Yantong thought that the torture was over, so she shouted, "I want to sleep! Let me lie down. I can't take it anymore—"
Chi Jingxi didn't respond. He turned his head to look at the soft couch that was drenched by Wen Yantong's kick and slowly frowned as if he was troubled.
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The author has something to say:
[Question: What did you feel when you caught Wen Yantong?]
Chi Jingxi: The chest was hard.╭(╯^╰)╮
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Chapter 62 The Struggles of a Cold (2)
Chi Jingxi caught her quickly and carried her back to the soft couch. He simply sat down next to Wen Yantong to stop her from continuing to struggle. "Hurry up."
Mo Li didn't dare to delay, so she quickly wiped Wen Yantong's face and neck. It was so cold that Wen Yantong’s brows clenched, and she screamed, "Take it away! Take it away! It's too cold!"
Chi Jingxi held her wrists together to limit her movement.
Keeping Wen Yantong settled down was laborious work. Chi Jingxi felt so hot, as if he was about to sweat, even with the cold weather. After a while, the blush on Wen Yantong's face was fading, and her temperature was not as alarming as before.
"Continue to wipe." Chi Jingxi didn't allow the maid to stop.
The smell of oriental medicine on Wen Yantong's body was stronger than that in the bedding, especially her head area. She was petite, and Chi Jingxi could easily restrain her. It's just that she kept twisting her head, and the smell of medicinal herbs faintly entered Chi Jingxi's nose.
Unknowingly, during her struggle, Wen Yantong stretched out her foot and kicked the water basin on the chair, and most of its contents spilled on the soft couch.
Chi Jingxi subconsciously pulled her back a distance, so the cold water only wet her feet.
Mo Li exclaimed and hurriedly went to pick up the pot. The surroundings had been splashed with cold water, and there was nothing left in the basin. Mo Li was frightened and stepped aside, not daring to speak.
Wen Yantong seemed to vaguely realize that she caused some trouble, so she sat blankly and stopped struggling.
Chi Jingxi glanced at Wen Yantong angrily. Seeing that she was acting like a fool, he couldn't say anything to blame her. So he could only command Mo Li, "Quickly clean up."
Mo Li hurriedly stepped forward. She first wiped Wen Yantong's instep, and then she cleaned up the water on the soft couch with a cotton cloth. Finally, she wiped the water off the ground.
A large area of the soft couch was soaked in cold water, so one could no longer sleep on it anymore. Chi Jingxi felt a headache looking at Wen Yantong, who pretended to be stupid after her accident.
This cripple was more troublesome when he was sick.
Wen Yantong sat on it for a while. Her feet touched the wet place several times, and she instinctively wanted to leave. So she got down the soft couch, and without even wearing shoes, she walked to the bed barefoot.
Chi Jingxi noticed her intention and grabbed her. "What are you going to do?"
"Let go of me!" Wen Yantong flicked him away and exclaimed in a slightly fierce tone, "What do you want to do?!"
Chi Jingxi was both angry and puzzled. "Why are you still angry?"
Wen Yantong covered her head and whimpered. "My head hurts so much. Don't talk to me."
Chi Jingxi said sternly, "Go sit on the chair. It’s time to eat."
"No, I want to sleep."
"Do you want to starve to death or to die of illness?" Chi Jingxi resisted from letting his anger get the best of him and said, "No more sleeping."
Wen Yantong clicked her tongue. "Why are you so naggy? Get out of the way!"
Chi Jingxi closed his eyes and gritted his teeth. "What did you say to me?"
"Naggy! Naggy! Can't you hear me clearly?!" Wen Yantong, extremely daring when sick, shouted repeatedly.
…
Two minutes later:
Wen Yantong held her head with one hand while the other held the wool pad under her body. She sat on the chair and asked politely, "When will the meal be ready?"
Mo Li replied in a low voice, "Gongzi, it should be soon. Please wait just a little longer."
After Wen Yantong’s head was given a knucklehead sandwich by Chi Jingxi, she became extremely obedient. She nodded and waited while sniffing.
Chi Jingxi stood by the side with a dark face, waiting for the soup and rice to be delivered.
After a while, the meal came. Mo Li took it and handed it to Wen Yantong. The servant thought it was made for Chi Jingxi, so the food was quite rich and looked very appetizing. But Wen Yantong had no appetite.
She looked at Chi Jingxi. "I don't want to eat..."
Chi Jingxi was by the table. His index finger and ring finger of his right hand curled up, and he tapped them gently on the table. He looked at Wen Yantong with a calm expression. "What did you say?"
Wen Yantong remembered that these two fingers were the sharp tools that left a heavy wound on her head just now, so she gulped in fear. Taking from the hot soup and rice on the table, she ate in small bites.
Wen Yantong was seriously ill. She was dizzy, and her eyesight was blurry. Furthermore, she could not taste anything and really had no appetite, so she ate slowly.
Chi Jingxi said, "Eat faster!"
Wen Yantong made up an excuse. "Chopsticks are not convenient for soup and rice."
Chi Jingxi's indulgence towards the patient was beyond imagination, as he immediately ordered Mo Li. "Bring a spoon."
Mo Li assented and quickly handed over a spoon. Without an excuse, Wen Yantong ate half a bowl under Chi Jingxi's watch.
Then the hot medicine was delivered. After Wen Yantong drank the medicine, her body felt somewhat better.
Seeing that her complexion was getting better, Chi Jingxi asked the servants to clean up.
Wen Yantong thought that the torture was over, so she shouted, "I want to sleep! Let me lie down. I can't take it anymore—"
Chi Jingxi didn't respond. He turned his head to look at the soft couch that was drenched by Wen Yantong's kick and slowly frowned as if he was troubled.
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The author has something to say:
[Question: What did you feel when you caught Wen Yantong?]
Chi Jingxi: The chest was hard.╭(╯^╰)╮
Chapter 62 The Struggles of a Cold 2Chi Jingxi caught her quickly and carried her back to the soft couch. He simply sat down next to Wen Yantong to stop her from continuing to struggle. "Hurry up."Mo Li didn't dare to delay, so she quickly wiped Wen Yantong's face and neck. It was so cold that Wen Yantong's brows clenched, and she screamed, "Take it away! Take it away! It's too cold!"Chi Jingxi held her wrists together to limit her movement.Keeping Wen Yantong settled down was laborious work. Chi Jingxi felt so hot, as if he was about to sweat, even with the cold weather. After a while, the blush on Wen Yantong's face was fading, and her temperature was not as alarming as before."Continue to wipe." Chi Jingxi didn't allow the maid to stop.The smell of oriental medicine on Wen Yantong's body was stronger than that in the bedding, especially her head area. She was petite, and Chi Jingxi could easily restrain her. It's just that she kept twisting her head, and the smell of medicinal herbs faintly entered Chi Jingxi's nose.Unknowingly, during her struggle, Wen Yantong stretched out her foot and kicked the water basin on the chair, and most of its contents spilled on the soft couch.Chi Jingxi subconsciously pulled her back a distance, so the cold water only wet her feet.Mo Li exclaimed and hurriedly went to pick up the pot. The surroundings had been splashed with cold water, and there was nothing left in the basin. Mo Li was frightened and stepped aside, not daring to speak.Wen Yantong seemed to vaguely realize that she caused some trouble, so she sat blankly and stopped struggling.Chi Jingxi glanced at Wen Yantong angrily. Seeing that she was acting like a fool, he couldn't say anything to blame her. So he could only command Mo Li, "Quickly clean up."Mo Li hurriedly stepped forward. She first wiped Wen Yantong's instep, and then she cleaned up the water on the soft couch with a cotton cloth. Finally, she wiped the water off the ground.A large area of the soft couch was soaked in cold water, so one could no longer sleep on it anymore. Chi Jingxi felt a headache looking at Wen Yantong, who pretended to be stupid after her accident.This cripple was more troublesome when he was sick.Wen Yantong sat on it for a while. Her feet touched the wet place several times, and she instinctively wanted to leave. So she got down the soft couch, and without even wearing shoes, she walked to the bed barefoot.Chi Jingxi noticed her intention and grabbed her. "What are you going to do?""Let go of me!" Wen Yantong flicked him away and exclaimed in a slightly fierce tone, "What do you want to do?!"Chi Jingxi was both angry and puzzled. "Why are you still angry?"Wen Yantong covered her head and whimpered. "My head hurts so much. Don't talk to me."Chi Jingxi said sternly, "Go sit on the chair. It's time to eat.""No, I want to sleep.""Do you want to starve to death or to die of illness?" Chi Jingxi resisted from letting his anger get the best of him and said, "No more sleeping."Wen Yantong clicked her tongue. "Why are you so naggy? Get out of the way!"Chi Jingxi closed his eyes and gritted his teeth. "What did you say to me?""Naggy! Naggy! Can't you hear me clearly?!" Wen Yantong, extremely daring when sick, shouted repeatedly.Two minutes later:Wen Yantong held her head with one hand while the other held the wool pad under her body. She sat on the chair and asked politely, "When will the meal be ready?"Mo Li replied in a low voice, "Gongzi, it should be soon. Please wait just a little longer."After Wen Yantong's head was given a knucklehead sandwich by Chi Jingxi, she became extremely obedient. She nodded and waited while sniffing.Chi Jingxi stood by the side with a dark face, waiting for the soup and rice to be delivered.After a while, the meal came. Mo Li took it and handed it to Wen Yantong. The servant thought it was made for Chi Jingxi, so the food was quite rich and looked very appetizing. But Wen Yantong had no appetite.She looked at Chi Jingxi. "I don't want to eat..."Chi Jingxi was by the table. His index finger and ring finger of his right hand curled up, and he tapped them gently on the table. He looked at Wen Yantong with a calm expression. "What did you say?"Wen Yantong remembered that these two fingers were the sharp tools that left a heavy wound on her head just now, so she gulped in fear. Taking from the hot soup and rice on the table, she ate in small bites.Wen Yantong was seriously ill. She was dizzy, and her eyesight was blurry. Furthermore, she could not taste anything and really had no appetite, so she ate slowly.Chi Jingxi said, "Eat faster!"Wen Yantong made up an excuse. "Chopsticks are not convenient for soup and rice."Chi Jingxi's indulgence towards the patient was beyond imagination, as he immediately ordered Mo Li. "Bring a spoon."Mo Li assented and quickly handed over a spoon. Without an excuse, Wen Yantong ate half a bowl under Chi Jingxi's watch.Then the hot medicine was delivered. After Wen Yantong drank the medicine, her body felt somewhat better.Seeing that her complexion was getting better, Chi Jingxi asked the servants to clean up.Wen Yantong thought that the torture was over, so she shouted, "I want to sleep! Let me lie down. I can't take it anymore"Chi Jingxi didn't respond. He turned his head to look at the soft couch that was drenched by Wen Yantong's kick and slowly frowned as if he was troubled....The author has something to say:Question: What did you feel when you caught Wen Yantong?Chi Jingxi: The chest was hard.^
