Mysterious level up! Shen Ye cries and begs for reconciliation again

"Hehe," Qi Yan laughed softly, "I like you, too."

"You like me, give you to me," she said in exchange, "I like you, give me to you."

However, in the end, she didn't do anything, because when she was about to finish, she started to feel sleepy, so she found a comfortable position and fell asleep on the spot.

"..."

Shen Rao, who was in a messy outfit, was holding the person who was sleeping in his arms, gasping for breath as if he had survived a disaster, and staring at the ceiling.

She was almost raped by the sick Qi Yan.

no way.

I couldn't bear to reject her.

The marks on his neck and body were aching slightly, but Shen Rao didn't feel a thing.

Instead, he raised his hands and tightly wrapped them around Qi Yan's neck and waist, sniffing the fresh scent of his breath with satisfaction and whispering to himself.

"What should I do, Qi Yan? I love you so much. Even if you hit me or scold me, I still love you so much."

He continued, "I know, now I'm your new shackle, I'm sorry..."

Shen Rao closed his eyes tightly, as if he wanted to sink his blood into the person's flesh and blood, and fight to the death: "You are reluctant to kill me, and I am also reluctant to let you go and let you die."

"Forgive my selfishness, Ah Yan. Life is short. Just... stay with me."

His heart is far more twisted than Qi Yan's.

The obsessive love entangled her limbs like a vine, leaving no room for her to be dragged into the world to sink with him.

He also has the capital. Just standing there and doing nothing will make the cold-blooded superior soften his heart.

At this moment, the person in his arms' eyelashes trembled slightly, but he was unable to open them in the end.

After all this commotion, Qi Yan had a fever again in the early morning. The Mo sisters who came to change the medicine wanted to stare two holes in Shen Rao's back.

"Is that how you take care of me?"

Shen Rao did not argue for himself: "Get out after you change."

Mo Ye was a little unhappy: "You..."

"Xiao Ye," Mo Yao said to stop him, her eyes glancing at the new marks on Shen Rao's neck, "Let's go out."

"Sister, he doesn't know how to take care of people at all." After coming out, Mo Ye couldn't help but say.

The reason why I was willing to provide a guarantee in front of the servants was just out of the Mo family's position.

She didn't believe at all that a young master would really take care of others.

“I think he took good care of her.”

"The fever should have gone down last night, but it's back again. How can we take good care of him?" Mo Ye didn't understand.

"You are too young to understand." Mo Yao lowered her eyes and looked at the braided red rope hidden on her wrist.

"Sister, you came out of the womb just a few minutes earlier than me," Mo Ye said unhappily, "otherwise I could have taken over your sister, too."

"Hey? Isn't this the Prayer Temple..." Mo Ye saw the red rope on her wrist.

"Xiao Ye," Mo Yao rolled up her sleeves and changed the subject, "Do you think the young master can accept monogamy?"

"Of course the master's family practices monogamy," Mo Ye suddenly paused, "No, sister!"

"I just think that there's no chance of success. I feel like they have a good relationship."

"Sister, your idea is very dangerous," Mo Ye's face was not good, "If you destroy the marriage of the head of the family, you will lose the right of inheritance."

"Don't be so serious, Xiaoye," Mo Yao said with a smile, "I am happy to see Mr. Shen as the male owner of the mansion."

"You want to be another hostess?"

"I've thought about it before."

"Please stop thinking about it, sister!"

"..."

Mo Yao glanced outside the window towards the mountain where thin smoke was rising, and said nothing.

The fever subsided faster this time. As the sun was setting, Qi Yan slowly woke up. When she opened her eyes, she saw Shen Rao, who was sleeping with his head resting on the bed.

The man's half-open collar vaguely revealed the spots on his porcelain-white skin. His still sober mind slowly recalled his 'brutal' actions last night.

Qi Yan's heart tightened for a moment.

She was probably crazy.

"woke up."

Shen Rao opened his eyelids at some point and looked at her with his deep black eyes, without any trace of sleepiness in his eyes.

Qi Yan: “Yeah.”

The slightly cool big hand tested the temperature of her forehead. Shen Rao was obviously relieved, but still picked up the thermometer out of concern.

"Take your temperature again."

Qi Yan let him fiddle with her. From a very close distance she could see the not-so-obvious bruises under Shen Rao's eyes. She pursed her lips and said.

"How long have you been guarding me?"

"Not long." Shen Rao answered indifferently.

"Shen Rao." A tone that brooked no room for argument.

Shen Rao said helplessly: "Two days and one night."

"Go to sleep," Qi Yan pushed him, "You are tired too."

"...After you take your temperature, eat something and I'll go to sleep." Shen Rao didn't argue with the patient.

Qi Yan didn't have the energy to refute: "Okay."

After a few minutes, the thermometer was taken out. Shen Rao let go of her and wanted to take a look, but his clothes were pulled.

He looked back in confusion and asked worriedly, "What's wrong? Where do you feel uncomfortable?"

"I woke up."

Qi Yan simply said these three words, staring at him quietly with her clear eyes.

Shen Rao tightened his grip on the thermometer, as if he understood something.

The next second, Shen Rao bent his broad back and kissed her on the lips, as carefully as a dragonfly touching the water.

Uncertainly said: "Morning, afternoon, or goodnight kiss?"

Qi Yan didn't know either. She just silently hooked her arms around Shen Rao's neck, opened her mouth and captured his thin lips, deepening the kiss.

After the kiss, she let go of his breathless lips and said.

"A kiss from Rao."

Shen Rao's eyes flushed, and he was afraid to look directly into her calm but burning eyes. "Eat something first."

"You feed me."

"...Okay, okay."

Shen Rao had never seen such a straightforward Qi Yan in his life. If he was not sure that it was still the same Qi Yan, he would have thought that she had changed her mind.

Qi Yan ate the porridge he fed her mouthful by mouthful, being unusually well-behaved, as if she was not the one who was crazy last night, making it impossible to tell what she was thinking.

Shen Rao didn't dare to ask, for fear of disrupting the long-lost peace, so he could only feed the baby out of an itchy heart.

After finishing the bowl of porridge, Shen Rao graciously put the tableware back into the dining cart and tidied it up. Qi Yan leaned against the head of the bed, watching his busy back.

Something coincides with this moment.

It seemed like he was often busy in the kitchen cooking for her, smiling and asking her if it tasted good and if she liked it...

"Shen Rao."

Qi Yan suddenly called him.

"Hmm?" Shen Rao replied, "I'm here."

"Are you...real?"

"?"

"What did you say?" Shen Rao turned around and looked at her strangely. He quickly walked to the bedside and put his hand towards her forehead. "Your fever has gone down, why are you still talking nonsense?"

The touch on my forehead was so clear; his body temperature, his smell, his concern, and everything else was within reach.

Qi Yan leaned on his big hand, lowered her eyes, and spoke softly.

“I feel like you’re fake.”

"Is he still asleep?" Shen Rao was extremely worried. "Is his brain not burned out?"

"..."

"It's okay, baby. I'll still love you even if you turn into a fool."

"..."

Qi Yan let out a long breath: "Thank you so much."

"You're welcome, Ah Yan. It's all my duty."

Shen Rao was really worried that something was wrong with her, so he stood up to ring the call bell, but Qi Yan grabbed his wrist first.

"I'm fine-"

She paused and spoke the truth: "I just think that you are too beautiful, too good to be real."

Qi Yan raised her eyes to look at him, and asked with hope, but uncertainty:

"Shen Rao, are you really not someone they made up in my memory?"