Shocking! The school heartthrob who was adopted by a wealthy family is actually a heiress!

Chapter 90 She just took a bath here.
The bathroom was still warm, with a faint fragrance lingering in the air.

She just took a shower here.

Now he's wearing his clothes, lying on his bed.

Once this idea pops up, it's impossible to stop it; it will even continue to be deduced and expanded.

Shen Yanci's Adam's apple bobbed laboriously as he turned on the shower.

The water flowed down his chin and chest, converging at one point, and the long-suppressed desire finally revealed its ferocious face in a secluded place.

She just got here.

His throat was dry and sore, his back was hunched over, and a gasp escaped from his tightly pursed lips.

It was pitch black outside, and the rain was pattering down, seemingly getting worse.

"Zhao Zhao."

"Qin Zhao."

He called her name, his voice a mixture of joy and pain, masked by the sound of water.

He felt the pain, but the antidote wasn't with him; only she could save him.

He was begging for her mercy.

His breathing grew heavier and heavier, even somewhat out of control. He lurched forward a few times, and with a sigh, he tilted his head back, his chin and neck forming a straight line.

His eyes were red, blending with the redness on his earlobes and neck. He was breathing heavily, his mouth agape.

In the hazy light, he seemed to see Qin Zhao smiling and calling him Brother Yanci.

"Does she know what you're doing?" a voice in his head asked.

He should have felt ashamed, but his body shamelessly reacted in a different way.

Zhao Zhao, your brother Yan Ci is a bastard.

"..."

Shen Yanci took a long time to take a bath, and Qin Zhao, having eaten so much fruit and drunk so much water, felt the urge to urinate.

She was almost asleep when she heard the bathroom door open.

She waited a while longer, estimating that Shen Yanci should have gone back to his room to sleep, before she quietly got up.

The moment her hand touched the doorknob, Qin Zhao's voice startled her so much she almost jumped up.

The living room lights were all off, with only a dim floor lamp on. Shen Yanci stood by the bar, wearing only a bath towel around his waist.

Qin Zhao's gaze involuntarily swept over him from top to bottom before fixing his eyes on him.

His voice was a little hoarse: "Wait a while before you go in."

Qin Zhao was confused; she just wanted to finish using the restroom and go to sleep.

She remembered something and said "oh".

Shen Yanci put the water glass back on the bar. As he did so, the light shone on his face, revealing an abnormal flush.

Qin Zhao frowned slightly, took two steps, and couldn't help but turn back and call out to him, "Brother Yanci."

"Ok?"

Her voice was hoarse.

Qin Zhao frowned and walked over, raising her hand to touch his forehead: "Are you sick—"

Shen Yanci grabbed her wrist through her pajamas, preventing her from moving forward.

Their dark eyes met in the dim light. Qin Zhao twitched his wrist, trying to pull his hand back.

Shen Yanci looked at her, lowered his eyelids, and bent down to offer his forehead.

What was originally a normal act of taking someone's temperature turned into a strange ambiguity and tension because of his intervention and initiative.

His hand had already loosened its grip, but Qin Zhao still felt a burning sensation in his wrist.

Her fingers curled up slightly.

She raised her hand again and touched his forehead.

very hot.

Qin Zhao glanced at him and put his other hand on his forehead.

"Brother Yanci, are you running a fever?"

"..."

Qin Zhao glanced out the window; the torrential rain showed no sign of stopping in the night. She frowned: "Is there any medicine here?"

Shen Yanci moved his mouth and raised his hand to point to the location of the medicine box.

Qin Zhao glanced at his missing upper body, sighed, and handed him a blanket: "Put this on."

He wrapped himself in the blanket she had given him, and he had never felt the blanket so comfortable before.

Qin Zhao took his temperature; it was 37 degrees Celsius, not even a low-grade fever.

She checked again: "No fever. Do you feel unwell anywhere?"

Shen Yanci drooped his eyelids slightly and rested his forehead on one hand: "My head hurts."

What medicine should I take for a headache?

Qin Zhao pursed his lips and rummaged through the medicine box, finally taking out cold medicine: "You might be getting a cold soon. Are you feeling unwell? Why don't you take some cold medicine as a precaution?"

"..."

"It's alright, I can bear it." Shen Yanci's voice was weak, but she forced a smile. "You don't need to worry about me, go to sleep."

"Okay." Qin Zhao closed the medicine box and left the cold medicine on the table. "Drink some hot water and get some rest."

"..."

Shen Yanci's face darkened. Seeing Qin Zhao about to leave, he let out a cry, clutched his forehead, and buried his head in your pillow in pain: "It hurts so much."

"..."

Qin Zhao stopped in her tracks, her movements halting. She asked, half-believing, half-doubting, "You...you're really in pain?"

This time, Shen Yanci didn't resort to the "green tea" tactic and simply nodded.

"Why so suddenly? Did you catch a chill in the wind just now?" she asked worriedly. "I'm calling 120 now, but in this weather, it will probably take a while for them to arrive."

A few black lines appeared on Shen Yanci's face, and he said directly, "It should be from the wind, it will be fine in a while, can you rub it for me?"

While observing his expression, Qin Zhao massaged his brow bone and temples: "Are you feeling better?"

Shen Yanci hummed in agreement.

He braced himself on the sofa, and a faint electric current spread from where her fingertips touched, like a pleasurable torture.

Qin Zhao thought for a moment, then suddenly stopped and walked towards the bedroom.

Shen Yanci: "I'm still feeling unwell."

"Let me put on my coat."

After putting on her coat, she continued massaging him until she herself became sleepy. She yawned and asked, "Brother Yanci, are you... are you done?"

Her eyes welled up with tears, and her hands slowed down, but didn't stop.

Shen Yanci once again hated his own shamelessness.

His body fell towards Qin Zhao, burying his head in her neck.

Qin Zhao's hands remained in the same position, but his body froze.

Shen Yanci snuggled closer, and Qin Zhao's sleepiness was mostly gone. She hunched her shoulders and rested her hand on his shoulder.

Shen Yanci knew she couldn't go too far: "I'm still a little uncomfortable, but I'm much better now."

He got up and leaned back on the sofa, pressing his brow bone.

Qin Zhao said goodnight to him.

While looking in the bathroom mirror, I unconsciously put my hand on my neck.

There seemed to be a touch of warmth that swept across this place very quickly.

Water droplets gathered at her fingertips, almost dripping down. Qin Zhao pursed her lips, grabbed a tissue, and wiped them dry.

Qin Zhao was really sleepy. She lay down on the bed and fell asleep soon after. In her drowsy state, she seemed to hear the sound of water again.

She wanted to speak, but was too sleepy to open her mouth, and murmured, "Brother Yanci, it's okay if you sweat when you have a fever, don't take a shower right away."

But in reality, she didn't say a word.

"..."

Qin Zhao slept soundly through the night until dawn. She stared at the ceiling for a while before getting up to wash up.

I have class today.

(End of this chapter)