Announced divorce, madly criticized Ling Shaochang for kneeling down

In the middle of the night, Ling Che developed a high fever.

My whole body was burning hot, cold sweat kept pouring down my forehead, and I felt like I had been washed with water.

Qiao Ruyi followed the doctor's advice and gave him antipyretics and physical cooling methods.

The injured skin on his back was like a ball of fire, almost burning Qiao Ruyi's hand. She carefully wiped the sweat off his body and applied medicine. When she finished all this, it was almost dawn outside.

The man on the bed was sleeping soundly, his brows slightly furrowed.

Qiao Ruyi took a shower and lay down beside him. She gently touched his furrowed brow with her fingertips and murmured, "What are you doing?"

Passing her arm through Ling Che's neck, Qiao Ruyi hugged him, imitating the way he once hugged her. She lowered her head and kissed his forehead, saying in a very soft voice, "No matter what you do, don't hide it from me anymore. Otherwise, I really won't forgive you."

The man's hands unconsciously circled her slender waist and arched into her arms, making a very small and unclear sound.

Qiao Ruyi lowered her head, listening to his unconscious murmur, "...Don't divorce...Don't leave me..."

"Don't leave me..."

Qiao Ruyi felt a lump in her throat, and she hugged him tighter, resting her forehead against his and slowly closing her eyes.

For a long time, her breathing was slow and even.

In the darkness, the man slowly opened his eyes, raised his head and looked at her for a long time with half-closed eyes.

......

When I woke up the next day, the room was dark and there was no light.

Qiao Ruyi thought it was still dark, so she subconsciously touched something to the side, only to feel a lingering warmth.

She suddenly sat up from the bed. She was the only one in the spacious bedroom. The sunshades blocked the light from the window and there was no light on in the room, so everything looked dim.

I glanced at the time and it was already nine o'clock in the morning.

There was no sign of Ling Che in the room, so she quickly got out of bed and left the bedroom.

As soon as I opened the bedroom door, I heard a man's voice in the living room.

"Well, let them do it."

Sounds like a phone call.

Ling Che sat on the sofa, glanced at the person standing in a daze at the door, and his eyes fell on her bare feet.

While holding the phone, he picked up a pair of slippers and placed them at her feet. He said a few words casually and hung up.

"Put on your shoes." Ling Che pinched her face in dissatisfaction, "I've told you so many times."

Qiao Ruyi put on her slippers and glanced at the man standing in front of her. His complexion and condition had returned to normal, and there was no sign of discomfort.

In particular, he didn't know when he changed into clean clothes. He was wearing a black half-high collar base, which made his already superior height look even more upright.

A half-high collar base shirt has very high requirements for a man's body shape. Qiao Ruyi, who works in clothing design, knows this aspect very well. This kind of clothes may look simple, but most people cannot wear it to look classy at all.

First of all, a man’s height and figure must be superior enough. Secondly, his shoulders should be broad, his waist and abdomen should be narrow, and his neck should be long.

Ling Che is a clothes hanger himself, and seeing such simple clothes on him made Qiao Ruyi unable to take her eyes off him.

"My saliva is almost dripping out."

The man's chuckle brought her back to her senses. She subconsciously wiped the corner of her mouth, then raised her eyes and retorted, "No way!"

There were obvious bruises under her eyes. Ling Che raised his hand and rubbed her lower eyelids with his fingertips. "Thank you for your hard work last night. You took care of me all night and didn't get a good rest."

"Are you feeling better today?"

As Qiao Ruyi said this, she was about to lift up his clothes.

Ling Che saw what she was thinking and stopped her immediately, a faint smile on his face. "I'm in great spirits today."

He leaned over to Qiao Ruyi's ear and said slowly and breathlessly, "If you light this fire, I can't guarantee that I won't eat you."

The last two words carried a seductive allure.

Qiao Ruyi's ears turned red. "The doctor said you can't do strenuous exercise yet."

"I won't move." Ling Che met her eyes. "You move."

The distance was too close, and his hot breath sprayed on Qiao Ruyi's face. Qiao Ruyi looked at his knowing eyes and quickly turned back to the bedroom.

How come she didn't realize Ling Che was so shameless before?

The man's amused voice came from the living room, "Your clothes are in the cloakroom. Put them on and come out."

There were several brand new sets of clothes in the cloakroom, all bought according to her size, from head to toe.

Qiao Ruyi's eyes fell on the light purple sweater, and something suddenly came to her mind.

A moment later, the bedroom door opened again.

Ling Che sat on the sofa, and when he looked at the person at the door, the corners of his mouth involuntarily curled up.

The light purple dress made Qiao Ruyi look like a porcelain doll in her fair skin.

Her thick long curly hair draped in front of her, and as she moved, the ends of her hair were like little claws scratching at his heart.

Ling Che stood up and walked over, kissing her on the corner of her lips, "It looks good."

"Ling Che." Qiao Ruyi looked up at him. There was a question she had wanted to ask for a long time.

"Ok?"

"Why do you always give me purple things?"

Hearing this question, Ling Che smiled and said, "Don't you like purple?"

“I don’t like purple.”

Qiao Ruyi frowned. She never liked the color purple, but she didn't hate it either.

In her memory, no matter it was clothes, cars, or the necklace that had caused them to argue before, everything Ling Che gave her was purple.

She never said she liked purple.

On the contrary, Ye Ke told her that purple was Bai Yiyi's favorite color.

When Qiao Ruyi thought of the three words Bai Yiyi, she still felt a little uneasy.

Hearing her words, Ling Che's eyes were filled with confusion. "If you don't like it, then why do you always wear a purple dress and walk around in front of me like a doll?"

Qiao Ruyi was about to retort that all the purple nightgowns in her closet were arranged by him, but suddenly she remembered something.

"You mean when I was a kid?"

"What else?" Ling Che asked with a raised eyebrow.

When he saw her as a child, she was always wearing a purple dress, even her schoolbag was purple.

She wore different shades of purple and her skin was fair, making her stand out in the crowd.

At that time, he was still wondering how someone could have such a deep obsession with purple. All the clothes were similar in color except for the styles.

So he thought that she must like this color very much.

Qiao Ruyi suddenly understood, and she smiled, "Because my mother likes purple."

Her mother has a special liking for purple, so she always buys her all kinds of purple clothes.

She neither liked nor hated it, so she allowed Yin Rufang to fill her wardrobe with purple.

After Yin Rufang passed away, the color purple seemed to have subtly entered her life.

It became her habit to choose purple among all the colors.

"So," Qiao Ruyi asked him again with a smile, "Does Bai Yiyi like purple too?"