Eight Hundred and Forty-Two Irresistible (IV)

"Since you're here, why change the date?" The housekeeper didn't answer, but the voice from upstairs answered.   br>

Tang Jue stood upstairs and looked down at her.

As expected, in her eyes, there was only the confession. Even if he was sick, she wouldn't ask any more questions. Fortunately, he didn't feel disappointed. Because, she didn't expect it from the beginning to the end.

Qiqi stood up subconsciously.

Tang Jue lazily put on his pajamas and walked down from upstairs. He was obviously very ill. His handsome face, which used to be full of light and shadow, now looked a little pale and lifeless. He looked very weak, and this look was particularly distressing.

Distressed?

Qiqi was slightly frightened by the two words that flashed through her mind.

"Don't stand, sit down." He lazily pointed to the position of the sofa, and his voice was hoarse without much strength.

It seemed that he was really out of shape today, and he didn't even have the interest to tease her every time he saw her in the past. He just passed by her and sat down on the sofa first.

He had a few wisps of fragrance and passed by her. Qiqi could feel the scorching heat on his body. Obviously, he had a severe fever.

Even in this state, can he really record a confession?

Qiqi looked back at him. He was leaning on the sofa with his eyes closed, tiredly, occasionally coughing lightly, and his brows were tightly knitted.

She looked up.

There was the vent of the cold wind. The place where she had sat before.

He was so sick, but he didn't notice it.

Qiqi wanted to say something, but didn't say it. She sat down on the single sofa next to her, holding the tea and drinking two sips. Through the edge of the cup, she glanced at his expression, and didn't know if he was asleep, but he never opened his eyes again, just pulled his pajamas closer.

It was obviously cold.

Qiqi glanced at the butler next to her and gave him a wink. The butler was very smart and saw it a long time ago, but he just pretended not to understand.

Qiqi was helpless. She had to put down her teacup, stood up, walked to the housekeeper, and whispered, "Do you have a thin blanket at home?"

"So that's what Miss Qi meant.

Yes, I'll get it for you right away."

The housekeeper smiled and turned to get the blanket. Qiqi looked back at him, but he still didn't wake up. She took her cell phone out of her pocket and looked at the time. It had been so long, and Officer Huang hadn't arrived yet.

Soon, the housekeeper brought the thin blanket over. Qiqi refused to take it, and signaled the housekeeper to send it over with her eyes. The housekeeper looked embarrassed, "Miss Qi, you don't know that this young master and Young Master Tang have the same temper. You can't disturb them when they are sleeping. If I go over like this, he will definitely wake up, and he will get angry when he wakes up."

Qiqi: "..."

Tang Jue's moody temper is really unpredictable.

The housekeeper handed her the blanket, "Miss Qi, go ahead."

"What if he gets angry with me?"

"He definitely won't." The housekeeper smiled, "Even if he does, knowing that you care about him, all his anger will go away."

Qiqi took the blanket and held it in her hands. Then, as if she had just realized what the housekeeper said, she turned around and explained softly, "I don't care about him."

The housekeeper smiled and said nothing.

Qiqi felt that she really wasn't caring about Tang Jue. Even if she really cared, it was just out of humanitarianism, basic care for a seriously ill person. Moreover, this patient had cared about her feet two days ago.

Thinking of this, Qiqi felt much more comfortable.

Holding the blanket, she walked over lightly. She lowered her eyes to look at him and gently covered him with the blanket. He didn't know if he hadn't fallen asleep originally, or if he was awakened by her at this moment. He suddenly opened his eyes and saw her, with a faint smile on the corner of his lips.

At this time when she had no offensive power, the smile was stunning and gentle. Qiqi was startled and was stunned for a moment. When she came to her senses, Tang Jue had already stretched out his hand and lazily wrapped his arms around her waist.

She woke up with a start, "Tang Jue..."

"Sit down, don't move." His voice was full of nasal sounds. With a little force from his arm, he pushed her down to sit beside him. She subconsciously wanted to get up, and his head tilted over and lazily rested on her shoulder.

His whole body was very hot.

It was a bit exaggerated.

His breathing was also heavy.

Moreover, the tip of his nose was against her neck.

Although sitting under the air-conditioning vent, Qiqi felt that she was about to sweat.

"You... you should sleep with a pillow." Qiqi said, while reaching out to pull the pillow next to her.

"You are softer than a pillow, and it is more comfortable to sleep with a pillow. It is better to sleep with you than with a pillow..." He did not open his eyes, his voice was lazy, and his breath sprayed on her skin. Qiqi felt itchy, and that kind of itch penetrated into her heart, making her feel uneasy.

She grabbed the pillow and looked down at him. He is a favorite of God. His eyelashes are long and his facial features are just right. He is a little coquettish, but still masculine. Even though he is sick now, he still has a kind of morbid beauty.

Qiqi couldn't help but think that this kind of man really didn't know what kind of woman he would find to control him.

Wen Xin? Wen Xin is such a big beauty, but standing next to him, her brilliance is actually suppressed.

"Is your foot okay?" Just as she was thinking about it, his voice sounded again.

Qiqi suddenly came back to her senses and only said "hmm" in a trance.

Then, silence.

After a while, he lazily said: "Did you really throw away the medicine I bought?"

"...Hmm." Qiqi looked away and looked straight ahead.

In fact, no, it is still in the drawer.

Tang Jue snorted and said nothing else. Qiqi could feel that he was unhappy. She tensed up, looked at the time, and turned to look out the window.

"Sit with me for a while, why are you so restless?"

She bit her lip for a long time, and only replied him one word, "... Yeah."

Tang Jue's expression became colder, and he suddenly raised his head from her shoulder, leaned back, and leaned on the sofa. Then, he raised his voice casually, "Let Jian Qing call Officer Huang. Tell him that if he doesn't come in ten minutes, he will never come again."

This was an order to the housekeeper beside him.

The housekeeper took the words and turned to leave the hall.

At this time, Qiqi and Tang Jue were the only ones left in the hall. Although Tang Jue leaned there, he became more and more drowsy.

A minute later, Qiqi frowned, and couldn't help it: "Tang Jue."

He didn't respond. She half-knelt on the sofa and gently pushed him, "Tang Jue, wake up."

"Hmm?" He didn't open his eyes, and his voice was muffled.

Qiqi's hand touched his forehead and was shocked, "How high is your fever?"

"... Almost 40."

"... You have to go to the hospital like this." What's the point of recording a confession?

Tang Jue raised his eyelids with difficulty, "Do you care about me?"