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Chapter 12: Grudges between wealthy families (12)

Luo Yi came back by herself in the middle of the night. She didn't expect that when she came back, the lights would still be bright.

Ji Yuan was sitting in a wheelchair with a book on his lap, leisurely and contented.

At this moment, Luo Yi was in sharp contrast to him.

Ji Yuan seemed surprised to see her in such a mess, but he didn't ask anything. He just spoke in a gentle tone as usual.

"Go back to your room, tidy up, and get some rest early."

Luo Yi looked at him, her beautiful eyes seemed to be filled with moisture, but there seemed to be nothing there.

He didn't say anything, just stared at the man closely.

There was something indescribable about that look.

Ji Yuan's lip line slowly closed tightly, and the fingers that seemed to be resting casually on the wheelchair actually dug out blood.

In the end, Luo Yi said nothing. Her butterfly-like eyelashes drooped down, and her pretty lips seemed to have been bitten repeatedly.

"I'm going back to my room first."

Compared with the enthusiasm and stickiness before, it is indeed a lot colder.

Is it because of fear or something?
Ji Yuan raised his head and looked at the chandelier on the ceiling, his tongue tingling.

The person has already walked up the stairs, and the usual deathly silence has returned.

Ji Yuan closed his eyes expressionlessly.

"Don't you deserve this?"

"Why do you pretend to be so aggrieved and pitiful?"

"Do you think I'll feel bad?"

Ji Yuan glanced at the book that had not entered a word, raised his hand, and the heavy book hit the floor with a loud bang, like a landmine.

The servant who heard the noise came forward in fright.

He lowered his long eyelashes, and his fair and elegant face was still so gentle, "I accidentally knocked it down, throw it away."

How could the servant dare to ask why the book was thrown away after it just fell to the ground? She quietly held her breath and did as the man said.

As soon as Luo Yi returned to the room, she took a hot bath and washed herself clean. Her fragrant mood was just a little better.

He took out the medical kit and wiped the wounds on his wrists and ankles.

This skin is really too delicate, just like white tofu, every time you pinch it, you will get a mark.

To put it bluntly, one is born with a delicate destiny.

Luo Yi's interest in Ji Yuan is not as strong as before.

The reason is simple, it brought back some not-so-good memories for her.

Sure enough, the more beautiful people are, the crueler they are.

But the more this happens, the more Luo Yi wants to see Ji Yuan go crazy for her, surrender to her, and be obsessed with her. People are inherently bad, very bad.

Luo Yi is even worse to the core.

I don't know if it was because of the excessive fright that Luo Yi had a fever.

It was very serious, and it took four or five days for the fever to get better.

This is actually normal. I'm afraid this is the first time Luo Yi has encountered this kind of thing. She has been well protected and has never been exposed to the ugliness in society.

Luo Yi didn't want to see anyone. She didn't even want to take medicine because it was too bitter.

Ji Yuan, who had never been seen, came to persuade him symbolically.

The room smelled of medicine, mixed with a kind of fragrance that was so strong that it almost overflowed.

It emanates from the person on the bed.

Ji Yuan came to the bedside, holding medicine in his hand and frowning, as if he was worried, "If you are sick, just take good care of yourself and don't be willful." Luo Yi's face was very pale, and even her usually bright lips were pale in color. A lot, but still like a shining crystal. She didn't look at him, lowered her head and answered: "I am not willful, and I don't feel uncomfortable now."

After saying that, he just lay down on his own, with the back of his head facing him.

A harsh "bang" sound came unexpectedly from behind, and she subconsciously turned her head to look. The strong smell of medicine dissipated, and the back of Ji Yuan's hand became a large area of ​​red.

He calmly took out a few pieces of paper and wiped the concoction on his hands and clothes. He raised his eyes with a gentle smile and said, "If you don't hold your hand steady, I'll ask the servant to bring another cup."

Luo Yi knew that Ji Yuan ignored him on purpose.

Because of this willfulness, the fire that was about to recede was fueled again.

Luo Yi had a bad temper and refused to take medicine no matter what.

The servant had no choice but to go to Ji Yuan.

Why come to him if you don't take medicine?
Just burn him to death.

Real work.

Ji Yuan came to the familiar room again, and the person on the bed looked even weaker.

There was no one else in the room, and the servants withdrew with a look.

There was no expression on Ji Yuan's face. He took a small half spoonful and brought it to her mouth. He said not very gently, "Drink the medicine."

She had no consciousness, her whole body was so hot that it seemed like it was on fire again, her face was very red, and her breath was heavy and fragrant.

The medicine couldn't be taken in without consciousness, and the medicine juice dripped from the corners of his lips and stained his clothes.

Ji Yuan took two pillows as a backrest, leaned her on them with one hand, pinched her mouth open, and fed her spoonful by spoonful.

She cried and didn't want to drink, but Ji Yuan forced her to drink without mercy, even if she wanted to vomit.

I don’t know if it’s because it’s too painful, or maybe it’s because of other reasons, but that gorgeous and voluptuous face is no longer as arrogant as before. The eyelashes are wet and stuck together, and the eyeballs are rolling down from the corners of the eyes, and the tears are burning. .

Ji Yuan's breathing was disordered, and his hands intensified in vain, and his soft cheeks were pinched out of shape.

After giving the medicine, he reached out to wipe the medicine stains on the corners of Luo Yi's mouth, lowered his head and took a lick.

very bitter.

No wonder I cried in pain.

Because of illness, Luo Yi lay at home for several days. Not only did she not gain weight, she also lost a little weight.

Also because she quieted down, the whole villa seemed to be much quieter.

After that, Ji Yuan never came again, as if he didn't even want to pretend anymore.

And people who never appeared during the day appeared secretly at night.

He controlled the wheelchair and came in freely. Luo Yi slept very little and could not hear any movement.

He stopped by the bed and stared silently at the sleeping person on the bed.

I don't know how long it took, Ji Yuan rubbed his stiff finger joints, and his eyes fell on one point. That hand, as if it had its own consciousness, grasped the foot that stretched out from the quilt and hung limply on the edge of the bed, and rubbed it inch by inch.

It's like measuring, like playing.

The delicate touch is like white jade.

Perhaps his fingers were too cold, and his delicate ankles trembled unconsciously.

It was because of this that Ji Yuan's big hand with protruding veins unknowingly tightened and tightened.

This really hurt her, even in her sleep she couldn't help but struggle away.

Ji Yuan's expression was unclear, and no one could guess what he was thinking.

He was fascinated by the simple breathing sound, and when he realized it, he was already lying on the bed, covered with a fragrant quilt, and every time he breathed in, he was filled with the crazy aroma that penetrated his bones.

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