Out of control and sinking

Chapter 85 Can You Hear Me Say It?

Chapter 85 Can You Hear Me?
Jiang Ruan lowered her waist, knelt down next to Bo Ye, and used all her strength to lift his head up, resting it against her legs.

Then he picked up the medicine, pressed the water glass against his pale, bloodless lips, his face flushed an unnatural red.

"Bo Ye, open your mouth," she coaxed. "Take your medicine before you go to sleep, okay?"

But the man didn't react at all.

No matter what Jiang Ruan said.

He lay there with his eyes closed, like a corpse.

Lying in this position was not comfortable. Bo Ye, who had a high fever, had a splitting headache, felt like his whole body was in a furnace, and was having nightmares.

His brows were tightly furrowed, and he looked like he was in great pain.

Jiang Ruan struggled until she was covered in sweat, but in the end, she still couldn't get the medicine into his mouth.

She gritted her teeth, deciding that was the only way she could go.

Jiang Ruan laid the man in her arms down, picked up the medicine, and took a big gulp herself.

As soon as she drank it, her delicate eyebrows furrowed. What kind of medicine was this? It was so bitter!

Without hesitation, she lowered her head and kissed his lips directly. He didn't open his mouth, so she pinched his chin with her hand.

Finally, Bo Ye relented.

She managed to get the medicine into her mouth.

Jiang Ruan breathed a sigh of relief, looked up, and saw that his face was extremely unpleasant, with obvious disgust.

She immediately felt much more at ease.

"Don't complain about the bitterness."

"I took the medicine too so that you would take it."

Then, Jiang Ruan drank the rest of the medicine and fed it to him.

Bo Ye hates bitter things. He had finally recovered a bit, but then he was fed that bitter stuff again, which made him furious.

He opened his eyes, his pupils still bright, and vaguely saw someone kissing him—no, feeding him medicine with their mouth.

Bo Ye's eyes instantly turned as cold as ice.

Just a moment.

Bo Ye gradually realized who the person in front of him was, and the hostility and resistance in his eyes immediately disappeared.

Jiang Ruan looked up and met the man's dark, deep eyes. He clearly hadn't slept well; his eyes were bloodshot.

He was staring straight at her at that moment.

Jiang Ruan's cheeks flushed red. She reached up to wipe her mouth and said, "Don't misunderstand, it wasn't me who wanted to kiss you, it's just that you have a high fever."

"I tried to give you the medicine, but you wouldn't take it, so this is the only thing I can do."

After I finished speaking, he didn't react at all.

Jiang Ruan sensed something was wrong and waved her hand in front of his face: "Hey."

"Can you hear me?"

Good heavens, could the fever be too high?

Has your brain been fried?
The next second, Bo Ye closed his eyes again, his angular face cold and stern, lying flat on his back.

He fell asleep again.

Seeing this, Jiang Ruan blinked.

Falling asleep so quickly?
After a while, she gently nudged him: "Hey."

"Bo Ye, are you asleep?"

"..."

The man didn't react at all.

Jiang Ruan: "..."

So was he awake or not just now?

How could someone who isn't awake have their eyes open?
It's the middle of the night, and it's kind of scary.

Jiang Ruan shivered, climbed out of bed, put everything back in its place, brushed her teeth to get rid of the taste of medicine in her mouth, and then went back to sleep.

In her dream, Jiang Ruan vaguely felt someone hugging her, their arms around her waist tightly, warm like a big heater.

The scent of cologne lingered around her nose; it was so familiar that she became dependent on it and didn't resist his approach, even snuggling against him.

Nine o'clock.

The bedroom alarm clock rang on time, but Bo Ye, who usually gets up at this time, didn't make a sound today.

Jiang Ruan was woken up by the noise, and seeing that he didn't react, she turned off the alarm clock.

She reached out and touched his forehead; it was still a little warm.

However, it's much better than last night.

It seems the medicine really worked.

Bo Ye slept soundly and woke up at noon.

Opening his eyes, the man was immediately nauseated by the strong, bitter taste of the medicine in his mouth. What had he eaten?

So disgusting.

Feeling dizzy and uncomfortable, Bo Ye's temples throbbed. He reached up and pressed them, then sat up in bed.

He was the only person in the entire bedroom.

Jiang Ruan was not there.

With a creak, the bedroom door was pushed open, and Jiang Ruan walked in wearing a white dress.

Seeing him sitting, she said, "You're awake."

Bo Ye looked at her, his brows furrowed, his expression one of utter disdain, his voice hoarse: "What's wrong with me?"

"What did you give me to eat?"

“You had a fever last night,” Jiang Ruan said. “I gave you fever-reducing medicine.”

"How are you feeling now? Your fever should have gone down by now."

Jiang Ruan walked over, raised her hand to touch his forehead, and nodded, saying, "His fever has indeed subsided, and his head is no longer hot."

Bo Ye asked in surprise, "I have a fever?"

“Mm,” Jiang Ruan replied.

She asked him curiously, "Weren't you fine last night? How come you suddenly have a fever?"

“I remember you rarely get a cold or fever, almost never.”

Upon hearing this, Bo Ye immediately recalled last night and gave her a chilling glance: "I want to know too."

I wonder how some people can just turn their heads and go to sleep.

This aroused his lust.

The only solution is to take a cold shower late at night.

It might be related to the room's air conditioning being set too low, or his sudden coming out.

"What time is it now?" Bo Ye rubbed his head, unable to bear the bitter taste in his mouth any longer.

I walked towards the bathroom in my slippers.

Jiang Ruan said, "12:10."

Bo Ye stopped in his tracks, turned sharply to look at her, his dark eyes filled with shock: "What time did you say?"

"12:10."

Bo Ye strode towards the table, picked up his phone, and saw the time clearly displayed.

The man's face instantly darkened.

He has three meetings to attend this morning.

In all my years with the company, there has never been a single unexpected incident.

But today, he overslept.

Seeing his pale face, Jiang Ruan said cautiously, "Your alarm went off at nine o'clock. I turned it off when I saw you weren't moving. I called you, but you didn't respond. I guess you still have a fever, so I didn't pay attention to it."

"Chen Nan arrived at ten o'clock. I had just gotten up when he asked me where you were. I told him you had a fever and hadn't gotten up yet. Chen Nan then canceled all your morning schedules and told you to get some rest."

"Ah."

A cold male voice rang out: "You two seem to be able to make decisions for me."

Jiang Ruan didn't like hearing that.

She walked towards the bathroom, where Bo Ye was brushing his teeth. She said, "What do you mean 'we two are in charge'? You're the one who's sick, okay, brother? Patients should be resting."

"Do you think your body is made of steel, forged through countless trials?"

Bo Ye stubbornly replied, "Yes."

Jiang Ruan: "..."

For such a stubborn person,

She had nothing to say.

"Anyway, it's your own body. If you don't cherish it, no one else will."

After saying that, Jiang Ruan turned and left.

What kind of person is he?

What a workaholic.

Work is his everything; he can't live without it.

Jiang Ruan finally understood: the poorer a person is, the lazier they are, and the more bad habits they have.

The richer people are, the more ambitious they become, wishing they could work 24 hours a day, even at the cost of their health.