My Dangerous Billionaire Husband

After they ate dinner, the entire Zhou mansion was enveloped in silence. Nightfall came, and it was time for bed.

Leng Zhiyuan slept on the sofa. She had a thin blanket covering her. Although she closed her eyes, she was unable to fall asleep. Her ears were ringing with what that man had said.

He was perched on the bed, and she was unable to hear the sound of his breathing. She also did not know whether he was asleep or not. Did he also have trouble sleeping like her?

In the night, Leng Zhiyuan woke up once. She walked over to the side of the bed to have a look. The man on the bed was sweating profusely. She stretched her hand out to touch him. He had a fever.

The doctor rushed over and gave him an injection. This high fever occurred because of the infection of the wound. The man did not fall sick often, but the moment he fell sick, it was extremely frightful, and his temperature almost hit 42 degrees.

“Mrs. Zhou, Major General Zhou’s fever will subside later. Tonight is key. Mrs. Zhou can place a towel on Major General’s forehead, and after Major General wakes up, you must ask him to drink plenty of water,” the doctor ordered her.

“Okay, thank you Doctor.”

The doctor walked out.

Leng Zhiyuan took a cold towel and placed it on the man’s forehead, but he slept facing down. How was she going to put the towel on his forehead. She did not have any other choice. She sat down at the side of the bed as she used her hand to support the towel.

Minutes ticked away, and the wee hours of the morning came very quickly. Leng Zhiyuan did not sleep for the entire night as she lay against the headboard, and she was about to fall asleep.

Suddenly, a hot hand pressed her small hand. He directly removed her hand and the towel away. Zhou Yao was weak as he lifted his eyelids, and he said, “What are you doing?”

Leng Zhiyuan opened her sleepy eyes. The light in the room was amber in colour, and it also made her voice seem extra soft and gentle as she said, “I placed a towel on your forehead, but it kept falling down.”

Zhou Yao rolled his eyes without much strength as he said, “Can’t you just tie the cloth to my head or something?”

Oh, that was right.

Leng Zhiyuan’s eyes lit up.

Zhou Yao’s face was all pale. The short, clean-cut hair on his forehead was drenched in sweat. His hair was all soaked, but his hairline was still very well defined, and he still seemed as cold and strict as he did on a normal basis.

Leng Zhiyuan glanced at him. She did not know why, but she felt that he looked very good when he was sick; he was just like a son of a rich family.

“I will go and pour a glass of water for you.” She stood up and went to pour some water.

She handed the glass of water over to his lips as she gently said, “The doctor ordered you to drink more water. Drink this quickly.”

Zhou Yao moved, and he also did not know whether it was because his body was not feeling comfortable, but he frowned immediately, and together with the position he was in right now, it was not comfortable for him to drink water. He waved his large hand as he said, “Take it away!”

Leng Zhiyuan found it funny. Why did he become so childish after falling sick?

“That won’t do. You have to drink water. Your fever will subside quickly if you do so,” she persisted.

He raised his head up directly to glare at her. He was not in a good mood as he said, “How am I going to drink? Are you going to feed me?”

He was originally angry, but when both of them looked at one another, they did not know whose eyes had sparks shooting out of them.

“You feed me!” He turned his question into an affirmation.

“Dream on! Forget it if you are not going to drink!” Leng Zhiyuan turned around and left, and she felt that her face was burning up entirely.

But her wrist was pinned down again. The man pulled her onto the bed, and he turned his body slightly over to the side without hurting the wound. He was facing her. He had a look at the glass of water in her hands and looked at her red lips again. He hurried her as he said, “Feed me!”