Infinite Game: The delicate and charming girl wins every game

Ji Zhe gently pushed the door open and walked out. Sure enough, Lawrence was still waiting for him outside.

Seeing him come out, Lawrence moved closer to Ji Zhe and took off the coat he was wearing.

"Hiss——" The sudden feeling of cold made Ji Zhe shiver involuntarily, and then he was quickly covered with a thicker and softer thing.

"Here's a new blanket for you." After Lawrence finished everything, he took two steps back and returned to his seat.

During the time when he was "bullied" by Bert, Ji Zhe sweated a little due to excessive tension and fear. Now, the cold wind blew, and he didn't feel warm no matter how thick he was wearing. The wet ends of his hair fell on his thin white neck, as if he had done something shameful in the room.

Lawrence's eyes darkened, and his hand floated in the air, making a stroking motion.

"Go check out your room and change your clothes," Lawrence suggested.

"Okay~" Ji Zhe responded listlessly, and seemed to have thought of something. He raised his head, his fair little face wrapped in soft fur, his mouth opening and closing, "Thank you, Lawrence, you are such a good person."

Lawrence is really a good person. He would help Jizhe get off the carriage, help Jizhe refute the hateful Heaton, and accompany him to meet his strange father. In this place, Lawrence seemed to be the best person to him.

Lawrence, who was regarded as a good man by Jizhe, was stunned when Jizhe looked up. In his eyes, Jizhe's lips were slightly swollen as if they had been sucked hard, and there were two obvious fingerprints on his chin, as if he had been pinched.

The most outrageous thing is those eyes. They must have been crying, as their eye sockets are still red. I don’t know how hungry the person in them is to be unable to hold back in a place like a study.

It's so pitiful!

Lawrence's hands hidden in the dark slowly rubbed, his eyes became darker and darker, he really wanted to...

"Lawrence?" His thoughts were interrupted by Ji Zhe's call.

"I'll take you there right now." He calmed his mind, smiled faintly, and led Ji Zhe.

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"That's not what we agreed on, Jonathan."

Bert, who was supposed to leave, appeared behind Jonathan at this moment. His eyes were no longer as blue as the sea, but turned into a dark red. He put his hands on Jonathan's chair and spoke with a dark face.

Jonathan slowly stroked the ruby ​​ring on his right hand that symbolized his status, and slowly said, "I don't want him to die. I like him very much."

"You?" Bert seemed to have heard something extremely funny. He slapped the table beside him and laughed. "Hahahahahahahaha, you actually fell in love with your own son? You are so shameless."

"He's very handsome, isn't he?" Jonathan was not angry. "Everyone yearns for beautiful things. Even if I get older, I can't give up this yearning."

"But you, do you still want to stay here and chat with me?" Jonathan glanced at Bert's lower body intentionally or unintentionally, "Young man, it's not good to hold it in for too long. I'll lend you the bathroom in my study."

Bert's face turned from black to red and then back to black, his expression changing from gloomy to bright. He snorted coldly and walked towards the bathroom carelessly.

Jonathan looked at his back and calmly drank the herbal tea in the cup. "My little son is quite capable."

Whether it is a person or a dog.

Ji Zhe was taken to his room by Lawrence. He felt like he had a fever, his head was dizzy and his speech was unclear.

Lawrence was still introducing to him how to use some things in the room. After all, Ji Zhe might not have seen some of these things before. However, he also noticed that the boy looked listless. Looking at Ji Zhe's overly ruddy face, Lawrence sighed.

"Offended."

Ji Zhe felt a hint of coldness on his forehead, which helped him regain some of his spirit. He tried to open his eyes, looked at the man whose figure was gradually getting bigger, and murmured, "Lawrence?"

"You have a fever." came the butler's voice.

It turns out I have a fever, no wonder I feel so uncomfortable, Ji Zhe thought dizzily.

The next second, he was picked up by Lawrence and the man's broad and strong arms placed him steadily on the bed.

Lawrence picked up the quilt and covered Ji Zhe with it. He tucked the corners of the quilt tightly, leaving no space at all.

Ji Zhe stretched out one foot because he was afraid of the heat, but the man grabbed it. His overly thin ankle looked particularly fragile in the man's broad palm and was easily stuffed into the quilt.

"I'll get you some medicine, you should have a good rest."

After one sentence, the room returned to silence.

While he was drowsy, Lawrence came back and said he wanted to feed him medicine, but Ji Zhe was sleeping soundly and no matter how Lawrence coaxed him, he would not wake up. The medicine could not be fed to him, so Lawrence had to give up, tucked the quilt for him again, and went out with the medicine.

Ji Zhe thought that no one else would come, so he quietly stretched out a hand from under the quilt to get some fresh air.

He didn't hear the sound of the door opening, but the touch on his face let him know that someone was coming. He forced himself to open his eyes slightly, resisting the urge to sleep. The fever made him a little confused. He still thought he was at home, as his mother would always urge him to take medicine at night.

Every time this happens, he would be a little bit cunning——

"Don't take medicine~" The deliberately elongated ending sounded particularly intimate.

Acting coquettishly is a trick that works every time.

Sure enough, in Ji Zhe's eyes, 'Mom' did not get close to him again, but stroked his hand little by little, and gradually, Ji Zhe fell asleep.