Chapter 95: Chapter 85: Can You Hear Me Talking?
Jiang Ruan put down her waist, knelt beside Bao Ye, and used all her strength to prop up his head, resting it on her leg.
Then she held up the medicine, a cup of water up against his pale lips, his face flushed with an abnormal redness.
"Bao Ye, open your mouth." She coaxed, "Take the medicine and then sleep well, okay?"
But the man had no reaction at all.
No matter how Jiang Ruan spoke.
He lay there with his eyes closed like a corpse.
This position was not comfortable at all; Bao Ye, in the midst of a high fever, had a splitting headache, his whole body like a furnace, and he was still having nightmares.
His brows were tightly furrowed, clearly showing signs of discomfort and pain.
Jiang Ruan, exhausted and covered in sweat, still couldn’t get the medicine into his mouth.
She bit her lip, deciding to use that method after all.
Laying the man in her arms flat, Jiang Ruan then took the medicine herself, drinking a big gulp.
As soon as she drank it, she frowned. What kind of medicine was this, so bitter!
Without hesitation, she lowered her head and directly kissed his lips. Since he wouldn’t open his mouth, she pinched his jaw with her hand.
Finally, Bao Ye relented.
She successfully got the medicine into him.
Jiang Ruan sighed with relief, raised her head, and saw his face looking particularly unpleasant, written with disdain.
She immediately felt much more balanced inside.
"Don’t mind the bitterness."
"I took it too to make sure you’d have your medicine."
Then, Jiang Ruan drank the remaining medicinal soup and fed it into his mouth.
Bao Ye, who feared bitterness, barely felt better and then was fed that bitter concoction again, making him instantly furious.
He opened his eyes, pupils still shining, vaguely seeing someone kissing him—not kissing, but feeding him medicine mouth to mouth.
Bao Ye’s eyes instantly turned cold as ice.
But soon after.
Bao Ye gradually realized who was in front of him, the hostility and resistance in his eyes vanished instantly.
Jiang Ruan lifted her head and met his dark, profound eyes; he obviously hadn’t slept well, there were bloodshot lines in his eyes.
At this moment, he was staring straight at her.
Jiang Ruan’s cheeks flushed instantly, she wiped her mouth with her hand, saying, "Don’t get the wrong idea, it’s not that I wanted to kiss you, it’s just that you had a high fever."
"I fed you medicine but you wouldn’t take it, so I had to do this."
After speaking, he had no reaction.
Jiang Ruan noticed something was off and waved her hand in front of him: "Hey."
"Can you hear me?"
Oh gosh, is his fever too high?
Has his brain been fried?
And then the next second, Bao Ye closed his eyes again, his angular face all stern, lying flat.
He had fallen back asleep.
Seeing this, Jiang Ruan blinked her eyes.
Did he fall asleep so quickly?
After a while, she gently pushed him: "Hey."
"Bao Ye, are you asleep?"
"..."
The man had no reaction.
Jiang Ruan: "..."
So was he actually awake just now?
How could he have his eyes open if he wasn’t awake?
In the dead of night, it’s quite eerie.
Jiang Ruan shivered a little, climbed off the bed, put everything in place, went to brush her teeth to remove the taste of medicine from her mouth, then returned to sleep.
In her dreams, half-dazed, Jiang Ruan felt someone holding her, her waist tightly embraced, warm like a big heater.
The fragrance of cologne lingered at the tip of her nose, so familiar that she felt dependent and didn’t resist his closeness, even snuggling a bit in his embrace.
At nine o’clock.
The bedroom alarm clock rang on time; however, Bao Ye, who usually got up at this time, had no movement today.
Jiang Ruan was awakened by the noise; seeing that he didn’t respond, she turned off the alarm.
She reached out to feel his forehead; it was still a bit warm.
But it was much better than last night.
It seemed the medicine indeed worked.
Bao Ye slept solidly, and when he woke up, it was already noon, twelve o’clock.
He opened his eyes and was immediately disgusted by the strong bitter taste in his mouth.
What had he eaten?
So disgusting.
Head dizzy and uncomfortable, Bao Ye’s temples were throbbing; he pressed them, sitting up from the bed.
The whole bedroom had only him.
Jiang Ruan was not there.
"Creak" a sound, and the bedroom door was pushed open, Jiang Ruan walked in, wearing a white dress.
Seeing him sitting, she said, "You’re awake."
Bao Ye looked at her, eyebrows furrowing tightly, clearly showing disdain, his voice hoarse: "What happened to me?"
"What did you feed me?"
"You had a fever last night," Jiang Ruan said, "gave you fever-reducing medicine."
"How are you feeling now, should be fever-free already."
Jiang Ruan walked over, raised her hand to touch his forehead, nodded: "Indeed, the fever’s gone, your head’s not hot anymore."
Bao Ye was surprised: "I had a fever?"
"Yeah," Jiang Ruan replied.
She curiously asked him: "Weren’t you fine last night? How did you suddenly have a fever?"
"I remember you hardly ever catch colds or have fevers."
Hearing this, Bao Ye recalled last night, his gaze coolly swept over her: "I’d like to know too."
Wondering why someone just turned around and slept.
Leaving him stirred with desire.
Having to rely on a midnight cold shower to resolve it.
Perhaps the low air-conditioning in the room, his sudden change too were related.
"What time is it now?" Bao Ye rubbed his head, unable to tolerate the bitter taste in his mouth.
He stepped into slippers and headed for the bathroom.
Jiang Ruan said: "Twelve ten."
Bao Ye stopped in his tracks, turned sharply to look at her, dark eyes full of shock: "What did you say the time was?"
"Twelve ten."
Bao Ye strode towards the table, picked up his phone, and saw the glaring time.
The man’s face darkened instantly.
He had three meetings to attend in the morning.
He had never had any mishaps since he joined the company for so many years.
But today, he overslept.
Jiang Ruan noticed his unpleasant expression and cautiously said: "At nine, your alarm went off, but since you didn’t move, I turned it off. I called you, you didn’t respond, probably still feverish, so I didn’t bother you."
"At ten, Chen Nan came over, just as I got up, and he asked about you. I told him you had a fever and hadn’t gotten up yet; Chen Nan then rescheduled your morning itinerary and told you to rest well."
"Ha."
A cold voice from the man: "You two can really make decisions for me."
Jiang Ruan didn’t like the sound of that.
She walked to the bathroom, where Bao Ye was brushing his teeth, and said: "What do you mean by us making decisions for you? You were clearly sick, buddy, patients should rest well."
"Do you think your body is made of steel, forged a thousand times?"
Bao Ye stubbornly replied: "Yes."
Jiang Ruan: "..."
For such a stubborn mule,
She had nothing to say.
"Anyway, it’s your body, if you don’t cherish it, no one else will for you."
Saying this, Jiang Ruan turned and left.
What kind of person is this?
Truly a workaholic.
Work is his sky, work is his earth; he can’t survive a day without work.
Jiang Ruan understood, the poorer people are, the lazier they become, more bad habits.
The richer people are, the more driven they become, wishing to work twenty-four hours a day, willing to work without regard for their health.
Bao Ye is the typical go-getter who disregards his life for work.