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  It was him who had it all wrong, why was he accusing her now?

  Feeling her temper rise, Zhuang Nainai pouted and argued softly, “Why did you take off your clothes if you weren’t thinking that way?”


  Was she angry now?

  Si Zhengting looked down and was amused by her disgruntled pout.

  He backed away, releasing Zhuang Nainai, and walked back to the bed. He removed his bathrobe and changed into lighter pyjamas. “I don’t sleep with my bathrobe on.”


  So…… did she really misunderstand him just now?

  Was he really not referring to that?

  Zhuang Nainai was still doubtful and stood at the same spot.

  Si Zhengting lied down on the bed and looked at her casually. “Not sleeping yet?”


  “Oh, right away.”


  Zhuang Nainai reluctantly walked back to the bed. Si Zhengting was lying down in a very stiff position, giving one the impression that he never truly relaxes, even when he sleeps.

  Zhuang Nainai shrugged. Did he not feel tired this way?

  She climbed under the covers on the soft bed and felt a wave of fatigue wash over her. She yawned and stretched, accidentally kicking Si Zhengting’s leg.

  Zhuang Nainai froze and tensed up. She turned to look at him but saw that his eyes were closed and his breath was even, like he was already asleep.

  Zhuang Nainai sighed with relief and shut her eyes. She was about to fall asleep when she suddenly realized: she had forgotten to mention the important thing!

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  It was a bright and sunny the next day.

  Zhuang Nainai was long awake, but she had stayed in bed, not wanting to get up. She could hear the butler downstairs barking orders on what to bring and was panicking.

  What does she do now?!

  She was at a loss when she heard footsteps outside the door. She immediately ducked under the blanket, revealing only her eyes.

  The bedroom door was pushed open, and Si Zhengting walked in, accompanied by a fresh fragrant scent.

  Zhuang Nainai took a deep breath and opened her eyes slowly. “What time is it?”


  “9:30.”


  Si Zhengting had agreed to meet Mrs. Ding at 10 am, but seeing that Zhuang Nainai was still in deep sleep in the morning, he had not awakened her.

  Zhuang Nainai ducked her head under the blanket and looked at him with pitiful big eyes. “Erm…… I’m feeling a bit unwell, you-you……”


  Si Zhengting brisk-walked to the bed, pulled the blanket aside in one fluid move, and proceeded to carry her.

  Zhuang Nainai was shocked and sat up in a jerk. She moved deeper into the bed and hugged the blanket close to her. “What do you want?”


  A look of puzzlement flashed across Si Zhengting’s eyes. She did not seem unwell given her fast movements.

  Looking again at her guarded expression, he calmly explained, “I’m bringing you to the hospital.”


  She would be exposed if they were to go to the hospital!

  Zhuang Nainai shook her head and waved her hands. “No, no need, I’m just feeling a little…… feverish.”


  Her arm was immediately caught, and she was pulled into his rock-hard chest. She looked up, and a large warm hand landed on her forehead.

  Zhuang Nainai was stunned by his intimate actions.

  Si Zhengting remained expressionless. After a moment, he calmly removed his hand and said, “Not very hot.”


  “I’m running a…… low fever, yes, low fever. Just around 37 degrees, probably just a cold.”