Master Hong's Lucky Bride

Panda Novel

Zhuang Hong frowned. As if sensing that something was wrong with her, he reached out and lifted the part of the blanket covering her feet. Her feet were covered with red blisters. Against the white blanket, it looked exceptionally horrible.

Zhuang Hong's brows furrowed again, and his handsome expression darkened. His gaze was deep and cold as he stared at her bloody feet under the dim light. She was actually so miserable. No wonder she refused to go back to the room!

Zhuang Hong's breathing was very quiet and he did not let himself make much noise. He reached out and grabbed one of her ankles. Feeling Cen Shuang's subconscious resistance, he tightened his grip, and placed her foot on his thigh.

The figure on the bed moved and said coquettishly, "Cold."

Zhuang Hong's eyes softened, but he still replied in a cold voice, "Now you say it's cold. Why didn't you think it was cold when you were outside in the rain?"

Zhuang Hong's voice was not loud. It was exceptionally clear in the quiet room. Cen Shuang seemed to have heard it, but she did not react so he could not be sure if she had.

Her body moved uneasily, and she retracted her feet again. Her slender exposed calves looked even more pitiful.

Zhuang Hong pressed his palm on her restless calves and said in a hoarse voice, "Don't move."

This girl had even said that she would take care of him, but in the end, she did not take good care of him. She had been sick a few times now. She could not take care of herself, and yet she said that she would take care of him. Although Zhuang Hong harrumphed coldly internally, he still got up, walked to the cabinet and took out the first-aid kit. This time, when he returned to the bed, he pulled the blanket off her with his feet. Cen Shuang, who was on the bed, instantly revealed her puffy red face. There was a stinging sensation, and this made her pull at the blanket uncomfortably. Then, she twisted her entire body and dragged the blanket into her arms. She rubbed her little face before falling into a deep sleep.

Zhuang Hong looked at her as she slept peacefully. There were still traces of tears on her face, but she did not seem hurt by his actions. The gentleness in his eyes gradually turned into a smile. Zhuang Hong placed her foot back on the bed. He wrapped the blanket around her exposed leg and opened the first-aid kit again. He took out the disinfectant and cotton swab and took out a silver needle.

The man held her foot and ducked his head, carefully pricking the blisters. His movements were gentle. He was afraid that he would wake the sleeping girl. He was also afraid that he would hurt her. Each of his movements was exceptionally slow. The lights in the room were dim, allowing the girl to sleep soundly. After cleaning the blisters and wiping them clean, he began to apply the ointment on her. The initial stinging sensation disappeared, and the wounds quickly became cold and painless. After a series of actions, the girl on the bed still remained sound asleep, looking like she would not wake up anytime soon.

Zhuang Hong looked at the girl on the bed. The lights in the room were exceptionally muted, giving her face a delicate glow. The person on the bed slept very peacefully. "You sleep very peacefully. You're heartless."

She was hugging the blanket tightly and her body was curled up. In her dream, she was still very cold. Zhuang Hong turned up the temperature of the air conditioner by a few degrees and carefully lay down beside her. He stretched out his long arms. He then pulled Cen Shuang into his arms. "You knew how cold it was, yet you still ran around in the rain. What a troublesome girl."

Cen Shuang, who was on the bed, felt the warmth. She immediately released the blanket and hugged his warm body. Her small face rubbed against Zhuang Hong's arms in satisfaction.

In the darkness of the night, the man's deep black eyes betrayed the hint of a smile. He lowered his head and planted a light kiss on her forehead. He said softly, "Goodnight."

In the middle of the night, Cen Shuang felt that she was very cold at first, but later on, she felt that her entire body was very warm. It was as if she had fallen into a ball of warm cotton, making her so comfortable that she did not want to let go. It was only at the end that she felt the heat. Her entire body felt as if it was on fire. She wanted to find an exit, but she could not move at all.

Boyan was called over early in the morning before dawn. When he woke up and saw Zhuang Hong's gloomy face, his anger immediately disappeared. "Don't be anxious. She just has a cold and a fever. Once the fever subsides, she will be fine."

Boyan saw Zhuang Hong's dark expression and quickly comforted him. He gave Cen Shuang an injection and examined her carefully.

Lan Yibai's face was gloomy. She looked worriedly at Cen Shuang, who was covered in sweat on the bed. She also kept having nightmares. She knew that coming back so late was not good for her, but she did not expect the fever to be so severe in the middle of the night. If Zhuang Hong had not stayed by her side all night, Cen Shuang might have died from the high fever. Lan Yibai looked at her son. However, his face was still expressionless.