Forced into a romantic relationship

Chapter 215 I heard you spent the night together?

After closing the ward door, Han Zhou waited for a full half minute. Seeing that Mo Yixia hadn't made a move, he breathed a slight sigh of relief, but he still didn't dare to be careless and kept casting pleading glances at the girl who could read people's minds.

He believed the other person would understand what he meant.

However, Mo Yixia never responded.

Han Zhou sighed. He knew it would turn out this way, but there was nothing he could do. He was in the wrong from the start, and Mo Yixia was already being very lenient by not turning against him directly. He couldn't ask for more.

He looked around, intending to pour them both a glass of water, but seeing a glass of hot water and half a peeled orange beside each bed, he knew he had nothing to do for the time being. So he walked towards the chair next to Guzheng's bed, asking as he went:
Are you feeling better now?

Mo Yixia glanced at him, then suddenly said in a weak voice, "Sit here with me."

She shifted to the left and patted the large empty space beside the bed, saying, "Lying down is fine too."

Han Zhou paused in his steps.

Gu Zheng turned her head and looked over, her brows furrowing slightly.

The air was silent for a few seconds.

"I'm just kidding."

Han Zhou was nervous, but fortunately Mo Yixia didn't intend to kill him. She continued, "Lying down won't work, but come sit here. It's spacious."

Gu Zheng's brows relaxed slightly, but she was still a little uncomfortable. She thought to herself that this girl was far too approachable. Who invites a boy to sit on their bed?

Especially after seeing that Han Zhou did not immediately refuse, she became even more irritable.

"no need."

Han Zhou didn't refuse immediately because he was confused, but he quickly forced a smile and said, "There are chairs here, I can sit on one."

He kept giving Mo Yixia meaningful glances.

The latter ignored her, shook his head slightly, and said in a tone that was both expectant and nostalgic, "Sitting on a chair is nowhere as comfortable as sitting on a bed."

Han Zhou's lips twitched, wishing he could immediately cover the guy's mouth, but the thought that this might also be one of the other party's goals gave him a headache.

He knew this guy was definitely doing it on purpose. It was a very ambiguous statement, especially in this situation. It was only because Gu Zheng was too innocent that he couldn't imagine what the situation would have become if Uncle Gu and Sister Miao were still there.

Sending them away beforehand was the best decision I've ever made in my life...

Han Zhou secretly rejoiced and said with a smile, "This is a reclining chair, it's quite comfortable."

"Is it as comfortable as lying down?" Mo Yixia looked at him with a half-smile.

Han Zhou didn't dare look at Gu Zheng's current expression, and chuckled twice, saying, "I still prefer sitting, and didn't you say you can't lie down on your bed?"

After saying that, without giving Mo Yixia a chance to speak again, he quickly moved a chair between the two hospital beds, showing his attitude through his actions.

Does this mean we should treat everyone equally?

Mo Yixia understood the meaning behind Han Zhou's action, clicked her tongue softly, her mood neither good nor bad. She struggled to get up, slowly reaching out as if she wanted to get water but was too weak to do so.

Seeing this, Han Zhou raised his hand to touch the inside of the cup to feel its temperature before handing it to her, asking worriedly, "Is your fever very high?"

He knew that Mo Yixia had a habit of concealing her illness, and if she had endured it for a long time before coming to see a doctor, then her current appearance was probably not an act.

"Why don't you touch it and you'll know?"

Mo Yixia took the water glass listlessly. Perhaps sensing Han Zhou's concern, she whispered "thank you" and then said nothing more.

Even so, it was frightening enough. Han Zhou pretended not to hear it. He knew that Gu Zheng was staring at him, and he felt like he was being pricked by thorns. How could he dare to feel Mo Yixia's body temperature in front of Gu Zheng?

And he was certain that the place this guy wanted him to touch wasn't his forehead...

Taking off her mask, Mo Yixia's face was pale. She drank a few sips of water, handed the cup to Han Zhou, put her mask back on, and lay down again, saying weakly, "Move closer to me. I can't sleep alone in an unfamiliar place."

Stop talking nonsense. You slept like a log when you were alone in the hotel room...

Han Zhou felt a sudden toothache, and before he could speak, he saw Gu Zheng suddenly pull the blanket over her face in a huff, making muffled noises.

"I can't sleep either!"

His tone clearly carried a hint of sullenness, indicating that he was obviously unhappy.

Mo Yixia coughed lightly twice to show her weakness: "I remember you just said you were feeling much better, right? The fact that you can't sleep now means you've recovered quite a bit. Your IV drip is almost finished, and I think you should be able to get it removed and leave in a little while."

Her tone was cheerful, as if she were happy for her new friend's recovery.

But Guzheng wasn't stupid; of course, she understood the unspoken meaning. This girl seemed to really want her to leave as soon as possible, so that she and Han Zhou could have some alone time.

Combining this with all the previous signs, she immediately had a guess in her mind—

This girl named Mo Yixia is his love rival!
This girl likes Han Zhou, or at least has a good impression of him—thinking of this, alarm bells went off in Gu Zheng's mind, especially when she recalled the delicate face she had seen when the other girl was drinking water, this vigilance instantly reached its peak.

I wonder if Han Zhou noticed this...

She kept her head under the covers and said in a complaining tone, "I also want to leave as soon as possible, but the doctor who saw me said that I am very ill and that I have to finish several bottles of IV fluids before I can leave."

However, Gu Zheng was not good at lying or acting, and she was even more prone to making mistakes when faced with a mind-reading expert like Mo Yixia. The latter easily detected the joy hidden beneath Gu Zheng's complaining tone, clearly happy that she could get more IV drips.

Indeed, that was the case. When Gu Zheng first heard the old doctor's diagnosis, she thought he was making a mountain out of a molehill. It would take tens of minutes to get an IV drip, and staying in the hospital for so long was a waste of time. But now she thought the old doctor was really skilled, his eyes were full of wisdom, and even his bald head was cute.

She said with a smug look, "I think I still have two more IV drips to go. How many more do you need? Probably not as many as me, right?"

Mo Yixia was slightly taken aback by this strange competitive spirit, and then coughed twice: "I still have two bottles left, but I think it may not be enough. I have been weak since I was a child, and recently I have become even weaker. It's okay when I'm not sick, but when I am sick, it's very troublesome, especially since I need someone to take care of me."

Gu Zheng didn't understand the meaning of "becoming increasingly weak lately," but she understood the last sentence. She immediately sighed, "I also need someone to take care of me. I've never been sick before, and I've hardly ever been to the hospital. I'm not used to getting an IV drip at all." "Is that so?"

Mo Yixia smiled weakly, looking pitiful. "I really envy you. Not only are you always healthy, but you also have your parents to take care of you when you're sick."

She was reminding Guzheng not to forget who Han Zhou came for—you already have parents to take care of you, there's no need for you to have designs on the person who's here to take care of a poor person like me, right?

Gu Zheng remained silent for a long time. She had simply disliked thinking about it in the past, but now that she was on guard, she immediately understood what the girl meant.

However, her silence wasn't out of self-reflection, but rather she was secretly sending messages under the covers, telling her parents to find an excuse to leave soon, and preferably not to come back at all.

Wouldn't that mean I'd be left without my parents to take care of me?

After repeatedly reminding her parents not to return to the ward, Gu Zheng put down her phone with satisfaction, but said regretfully, "My parents don't have time to take care of me all the time. They have to go and do important things after chatting with Teacher Ouyang. Sigh, I don't know if I can make it back before dinner."

These words came out completely subconsciously. She didn't know how she could say such childish things, like a child vying for attention. But strangely, she didn't feel guilty at all after saying them.

Mo Yixia nodded in agreement: "Yes, I don't know when I can go back to class either. The main problem is that my foot is still injured, and I'll need someone to take me back."

"Your school must be very close to the hospital, right?"

Gu Zheng seemed to have her competitive spirit ignited, and said through gritted teeth, "Our home is quite far from this hospital, and there are hardly any people along the way. It gets dark so quickly now. I just watched a horror movie yesterday, and the thought of having to pass through a mass grave on my way home scares me."

His words practically implied, "I need someone to take me home too."

Han Zhou was listening with great interest when he heard this, and his lips twitched. "When do you start passing by mass graves on your way home?"

My feelings immediately became complicated.

The usually stubborn Guzheng surprisingly admitted to being afraid, even going so far as to fabricate a mass grave. Besides arguing over something very new, it was clear that she was also feeling tense and threatened.

Perhaps she really is scared...

A tremendous sense of shame surged through Han Zhou's heart.

Guzheng, huddled under the covers, had no idea what he was thinking. After hesitating for a moment, she continued, "Besides, this is my first time in the hospital because of illness, and I don't know what the procedures are..."

"It's alright, I'm often hospitalized, so I can teach you if you have any questions," Mo Yixia comforted her warmly.

This guy is talking nonsense. Although her body is far inferior to Guzheng's, it is still at the level of a normal girl. How could she be hospitalized every day... Han Zhou had a headache.

Guzheng was equally understanding: "It's no trouble at all. I remember you just said you wanted to sleep, right? Take a nap now, and your fever should be almost gone by the time you wake up."

She huddled under the covers, typing on her phone with one hand as she spoke, searching online for ways to deal with her love rival.

Little did they know that she had already mastered it without any instruction.

The two never mentioned Han Zhou in their conversation, but every sentence they spoke was about Han Zhou, vying for the "right to take care of" him and trying to get him to focus more on them in the future.

"I want to sleep too."

Mo Yixia sighed softly, saying helplessly, "But I have a hard time falling asleep in unfamiliar environments unless I have someone familiar with me with me. It would be even better if they could tell me a story..."

As if suddenly remembering something, she looked up at Han Zhou and asked curiously, "By the way, Han Zhou, I heard you went mountain climbing a few days ago, right? Can you tell me about the interesting things that happened during the climb?"

Han Zhou had been watching the drama with mixed feelings. He thought that if he weren't caught in the vortex, watching the two beautiful girls argue would be quite interesting. But the next second, he heard a sentence that sent chills down his spine.

Clearly, Mo Yixia had noticed his little scheme and didn't want him to continue being so carefree.

If it were before, it would be fine, but if she dared to reveal now that she and Mo Yixia had gone to the snow mountain, Gu Zheng would definitely feel extremely sad and disappointed.

Han Zhou decided to brush it off, but then he noticed that Gu Zheng had somehow poked her head out from under the covers. Perhaps because it was too hot under the covers, her little face was flushed.

“I want to hear it too,” she said.

Han Zhou saw the smile that flashed in Mo Yixia's eyes; now it was her turn to watch the show.

Fortunately, he had already thought of a way to deal with it. He looked at Guzheng without changing his expression and said, "I'd rather hear why you suddenly got sick. Sister Miao was about to tell me this morning, but you interrupted me."

A hint of unease flashed across Gu Zheng's face, and she said guiltily, "I suddenly don't want to listen anymore..."

She silently pulled her head back under the covers.

Han Zhou chuckled. He knew this would be the outcome. Gu Zheng was a very shy person. If she was embarrassed to say something to him, she would be even less likely to say it to a stranger.

It would be different if it were Mo Yixia. This girl has an incredibly thick skin. If you try to threaten her with embarrassing stories in public, she probably won't care at all. Instead, she'll feign shyness and say something like, "Can you just tell outsiders about this kind of thing?" which is easy to misunderstand, and turn the tables on him.

Therefore, we had to use other methods to change the subject.

As Han Zhou pondered, he looked at Mo Yixia with pleading eyes.

Mo Yixia didn't ignore him this time, and a thoughtful look appeared on her face: "The experience of climbing the snow mountain was indeed too long, and I heard that the process was very boring. If you really can't find anything to talk about, then forget it. But you have to tell me something else."

"what's up?"

Han Zhou's heart leaped into his throat; his intuition told him that the next question was Mo Yixia's real purpose.

Gu Zheng peeked out and secretly observed the expressions of the two. She had just realized that hiding under the covers was a sign of weakness, and that she might miss their eye contact.

At the same time, Mo Yixia happened to cast a half-smile at her.

"I heard you two spent the night together?"

I went to the hospital with my family. Sorry it's a bit late. This chapter is 3,900 words long. I will carefully revise and polish it later. The final version will be no less than 4,000 words.

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