After my soul traveled through time and space, I became the male protagonist Bai Yueguang

Mu Yanchen didn't mind the dirt. He carefully placed her on the wheelchair, then took off his coat and covered her exposed lower body tightly. Then he picked her up again, sat on the wheelchair himself, held her in his arms, buried her head in his neck, and adjusted her to a comfortable position.

Her breathing was very light, her body trembled slightly from time to time, and she was murmuring something, which could not be heard clearly, but Mu Yanchen knew that she must have had a nightmare. Her furrowed brows made him feel distressed.

Controlling the wheelchair, Mu Yanchen carried her out of the toilet. Situ Rui rushed over from a distance, and when he lowered his eyes and saw the unconscious and miserable Shen Zhao in Mu Yanchen's arms, he had already sentenced Miss Xu to death in his heart. She should never have touched Shen Zhao. Seeing the cold aura around Mu Yanchen, he knew that this matter could not end well.

Situ Rui opened the car door, stood in front of Mu Yanchen, and was about to bend down to take Shen Zhao from his arms, but was frightened by his eyes and froze in place. Although Mu Yanchen was not feeling well, he still had the strength to pick up the girl in his arms, not to mention that she was "her", and it was impossible for him to let others do her thing.

Situ Rui scratched the bridge of his nose with his fingers to hide his embarrassment, and returned to his driving seat very sensibly.

He carried her into the car and helped her take off her soaked sneakers, revealing her white feet. Her feet were beautiful, but because they had been soaked in water for a long time, wrinkles appeared on her white toes, affecting her beauty. Mu Yanchen reached out and held her feet, his hands were cold and slippery. He placed her feet in his arms with pity and rubbed them gently with his hands.

Shen Zhao closed his eyes, his long and thick eyelashes trembling slightly. He was not sleeping well, and from time to time he let out a thin and broken moan. His palm-sized face kept arching towards the heat source. Although Mu Yanchen's body temperature was not high, it was perfect for someone who had just been alone in the cold and damp toilet. He would not get burned but felt warm and comfortable.

Seeing her involuntary movements, Mu Yanchen held her hand even tighter.

The car soon arrived at the gate of the manor villa. Situ Rui turned around and looked at Shen Zhao in Mu Yanchen's arms with a complicated look. "Boss, I advise you to hand her over to me. Although a group of people were cleared out some time ago, there is no guarantee that there will be fish that slip through the net. It seems inappropriate to expose such a big target under their noses."

Mu Yanchen glared at Situ Rui coldly, "Do you think I'm still the same person I was back then?"

Situ Rui immediately fell silent.

If he had been incompetent back then, he would not have allowed Sheng Baiyi to follow someone else. He could only watch silently from behind, never daring to appear in front of her, like a rat in the gutter trying to peek at the longed-for moon through the only crack, and the consequence was the cold corpse in the morgue.

He concealed the coldness in his eyes, lowered his eyes and looked tenderly at the person in his arms. Fortunately, God favored him and gave him the ability to possess her again.

Under the gaze of several surviving servants, Mu Yanchen got out of the wheelchair, personally carried the unconscious girl out of the car and walked straight upstairs.

Just as Mu Yanchen was about to enter Shen Zhao's room, Situ Rui asked softly, "Do you need me to arrange for a doctor to examine Miss Shen?"

"No, just prepare some simple trauma medicines and sanitary napkins for girls. Knock on the door when you are ready."

Then the heavy wooden door closed in front of Situ Rui, leaving Situ Rui standing dumbfounded in the corridor, disheveled in the wind. Mu Yanchen forbade anyone to enter Shen Zhao's room.

He looked at the unconscious girl in his arms. She must be very uncomfortable with her wet and sticky hair on her face. He closed his eyes and made a difficult decision.

He carried Shen Zhao into the bathroom and let her sit on the toilet. There was a bathtub in the bathroom. After adjusting the water temperature, he took off the long-sleeved shirt on Shen Zhao and put her in. He let her soak in the warm water with her head resting on the edge of the bathtub so that he could wash her hair.

During this interval, he found a set of short-sleeved pajamas. When he opened her closet, he saw all kinds of underwear and his face turned red. He suppressed his raging desire, quickly returned to the bathroom, turned on the shower, and washed her hair carefully, silently reciting the mantra to clear her mind.

Helping Shen Zhao take a bath was a sweet yet painful process. The sweetness lay in that he could touch her intimately, while the pain was that it was complete torture for him. He kept his eyes closed throughout the process, exploring as he washed, wiped, and dressed her. By the time he carried her back to the bed, he was soaked through. Although he knew he was unable to do it at the moment, the thought that he was facing the girl he had been dreaming about made him unable to suppress his imagination.

Shen Zhao's body was very light, sinking into a thin layer on the bed. Mu Yanchen looked at her deeply and then turned to go into the bathroom. It was the first time for him to take a shower in Shen Zhao's room. He used to wash up in his own room before coming here. But for some reason, since he called her "Yiyi" and got a response, he wanted to be closer to her. Whether it was her or the space she stayed in, he wanted to attach his breath to it.

The shower time was very short and he soon returned to her side. He gently stroked her rosy cheek with his palm, only to find that it was incredibly hot. Shen Zhao had a fever.

damn it!

A wet and cold towel was placed on her forehead and a thermometer was inserted under her armpit. After finishing these tasks, Mu Yanchen set his eyes on her exposed thighs. Shen Zhao was wearing shorts, revealing two long white legs, but the bruises on them were particularly eye-catching. Mu Yanchen reached out and touched them, stroking them gently. Shen Zhao was asleep but couldn't help moaning.

"Does it hurt?" Mu Yanchen asked softly.

Naturally, no one answered.

"Don't worry, they will pay the price." He said calmly, as if he was talking about something very ordinary, while picking up the ointment from the shelf. The ointment was light green and crystal clear. It was a little cool when applied to the skin. He picked up a little with a wooden stick and carefully applied it on the glaring bruises, especially those on the face. He was more attentive.

Shen Zhao thought she would stay in the dark for a long time. The psychological fear led to a physiological reaction, and she fell into a coma without knowing it. Even so, her head was groggy, but she could still sense what was happening outside. When Mu Yanchen brought her out of the toilet, she "woke up" and naturally knew what Mu Yanchen had done. But her eyelids were too heavy, and she couldn't wake up. Her face, arms, and legs suddenly began to feel cool, making her hot body feel much more comfortable.

Shen Zhao felt very uncomfortable due to the fever. His exposed skin was gradually covered with sweat. This was not a solution. Mu Yanchen pressed the bell and soon Situ Rui was waiting outside the door. The wooden door was opened and Situ Rui could see his boss appearing behind the door. The half-closed wooden door completely blocked Shen Zhao's direction. "Any instructions?"

"Prepare a bowl of antipyretic medicine."

Concise and concise.

When the wooden door opened again, a bowl of boiling hot antipyretic medicine was carefully placed by Mu Yanchen at the head of Shen Zhao's bed.

"Zhao Zhao, are you awake? It's time to take your medicine."

The gentle voice sounded again, and he called her tenderly, as if afraid of disturbing her.

Shen Zhao wanted to open his eyes, but he couldn't no matter how hard he tried. The only thing he could do was to move his fingers, but the movement was so small that it seemed that Mu Yanchen ignored him.

He continued, "Zhao Zhao, if you don't wake up, I will feed you with my mouth."

Shen Zhao was surprised. Is Mu Yanchen such a boss? The previous filter seemed to collapse in an instant. There was no image at all. But she wanted to wake up. Today's treatment has not been completed yet!

After a long while, seeing that Shen Zhao still didn't respond, Mu Yanchen's lips curled up, just like what Shen Zhao saw when he first met him, a demon that brought disaster to all living beings, and his charming voice seduced Shen Zhao step by step. He said, "I thought you agreed."

Shen Zhao was flustered, and she said hurriedly, "I didn't agree! I didn't agree!"

But she just couldn't wake up, and couldn't even make a sound.

A warm feeling soon covered her lips. She could feel his lips were slightly cool and soft, but the medicine was warm. He held her down and forcefully pried open her teeth just like she had done before. The medicine passed over her bit by bit. It was very bitter, and she swallowed it slowly until it was finished. She thought Mu Yanchen would then release his shackles on her, but he didn't. He held her down and gently moved his tongue in her mouth, dancing with her tongue, one heavy and one light. He stopped only when her tongue was numbed by the sucking, and then repeated the previous actions. In the end, Shen Zhao could conclude that her lips were definitely red and swollen from being licked and rubbed hard, as if she was going to be swallowed up by him.

Mu Yanchen looked at Shen Zhao's delicate and charming appearance with deep eyes. Her lips were so red that it seemed as if blood would drip out at the next moment. He wanted to cover her again and ravage those two cherry-like lips, which were so sweet and make people indulge in them. But he couldn't do that. He had no more excuses.

"Zhao Zhao, are you awake?"

There was still no response, but Shen Zhao could hear a faint sigh of relief.

Then Mu Yanchen got up from her side, tucked in the quilt and walked back to his room. He did not close the door that night. As long as he lay on his side, he could see Shen Zhao's sleeping face. That was a feeling of reassurance for him.

Although the time was delayed for several hours, in the middle of the night, Shen Zhao finally opened her eyelids after sweating all over. She opened her eyes and looked at the warm light at the head of the bed, still feeling a little uncomfortable. But her body felt refreshed and clean, and she felt a lot more comfortable. But when she thought about why she felt refreshed and clean, her face couldn't help but blush again. She couldn't think about it anymore, so she patted her head lightly.

Thanks to Mu Yanchen, her fever went down and she was full of energy. But Mu Yanchen was different. Because of the delay in treatment, he felt uncomfortable all over and his face was wrinkled. Even in his sleep, one could see that he was uncomfortable. Shen Zhao got out of bed and walked towards Mu Yanchen's bed. She reached out and put her hand on his wrist. As she expected, his pulse was much more disordered. She put his hand back into the quilt and looked at him with complicated feelings.

She knew the reasons for this situation. One was because the treatment was postponed, and the other was because he was overworked today. The culprit was her. If it wasn't for saving her, he wouldn't have traveled a long distance to Deyan Middle School to search in every toilet to save a girl who was bullied in the toilet. Even if he didn't save her, she would just spend an unprecedented night in the toilet in sorrow, and it would be a little embarrassing when she woke up the next day. In fact, it was nothing. She could bear it, but he still rescued her regardless of his own physical condition...

When she needed warmth and help the most, he used his frail body to protect her, preventing her from getting lost in the desolate darkness.

How should she thank him?

No one has ever devoted so much to her. She has always been the one who has devoted more. Even Xiao Yi has never done this to her. He didn't even know that she was afraid of the dark... The warm current that day was like a spring rain that moistened everything, sprinkling on her heart and growing a delicate flower bud.

She turned around and went to the kitchen. The prescription had changed, but she didn't have time to write it down, so she changed it directly while decocting the medicine. Her movements were skillful and experienced, and soon the whole room was filled with a sweet and bitter medicinal aroma.

Shen Zhao placed a narrow-necked glass bottle filled with liquid medicine on Mu Yanchen's bedside. The treatment that had not yet been carried out tonight caused Mu Yanchen's sleep quality to plummet. In fact, he woke up when Shen Zhao took his pulse, but he didn't dare to face the awake Shen Zhao so soon. After all, he had done something out of line to her a few hours ago. Although that had always been his dream and he never regretted it, he was afraid of seeing her disgusted expression, so he simply pretended to sleep.

"Are you awake?" Shen Zhao asked.

When no one answered, she raised an eyebrow, "Then I'll feed you with my mouth, okay?"

I probably can’t get over this hurdle, Mu Yanchen thought to himself. He slowly lifted his eyelids, looked at Shen Zhao’s playful expression, and sighed, “I’ll drink it myself.”

Shen Zhao helped Mu Yanchen sit on the bed and handed him the medicine bottle. "Drink it quickly. I'll give you acupuncture later."

"Ah."

Mu Yanchen became very obedient and did whatever Shen Zhao told him to do. He didn't say a word even after being wiped by Shen Zhao.

Shen Zhao sat beside the bed, leaned over her, and looked into her eyes. "Can I ask you a question?"

"You ask?"

The distance was a little too close, and Mu Yanchen turned his eyes away a little unnaturally.

"Why did you kiss me?"

That long overtime match was definitely not a simple drug feeding. Even a French kiss didn't last that long. "Am I really being kept by you?"

She wanted to ask this clearly. Although it didn't seem like it, Mu Yanchen's sudden love for her was hard to explain. He was gentle and affectionate towards her, as if he was treating a lost treasure that was recovered. But he was not like this before today. What made him lose control?

"No, I just like it."

He spoke very bluntly. Her face was reflected in his deep pupils, but because it was a little blurry, it seemed as if it was Sheng Baiyi. Shen Zhao's heart skipped a beat and his face turned red. His fingertips couldn't help but touch her lips and pressed gently. Then he put his hand behind Shen Zhao's head and pressed her down. His lips covered hers again, and they tossed and turned. There was the bitterness of the medicine and an indescribable sweetness flowing in them.