Chapter 82 is picturesque

Huai Jin Nan's gloomy face did not ease because of this.

His face was closer, the scent of sandalwood on his body came to his face, and he said coldly in displeasure: "I suddenly realized that I should have thrown you idiot into the sea just now!"

This sentence washed Qin Yilai in his heart with the emotion that he had finally accumulated, leaving only the dregs.

But it's normal to think about it carefully, after all, a man like Huai Jin Nan will never learn the word beautiful when he speaks.

Entered the hall.

Seeing this, the maid hurriedly handed over two dry towels.

Qin Yilai said "thank you" in Japanese, turned his head to see Huai Jin Nan who was collecting the umbrella, and the other side of his body left a large watermark on the floor.

The color of the light gray sweatshirt is obviously darker because of the water soaking.

Huai Jin Nan, he is ......

The umbrella was too cramped, and he gave up most of the space to her in order to get an umbrella for her, while he was drenched in the rain.

She chuckled in her heart, and remained motionless.

Huai Jin Nan put down the umbrella, saw her sluggish expression, snorted lightly in his throat, and bypassed her, leaving only a wordless without feeling: "I don't want to be bedridden like a pig, so hurry back to the room." โ€

After saying this, he went upstairs directly.

Hearing the sound of his footsteps fading away until it disappeared, Qin Yilai came back to his senses, as if his heart was invisibly pulled by something.

The man didn't care about anything on the surface, as if everything around him wasn't enough to pose any threat to him.

But his feelings for her are good and bad, and even she can't tell which of his care and disgust is true and which is false.

At first, she started this game of emotional stakes, and the initiative was clearly in her own hands, but now it seems that some factors have deviated uncontrollably......

The second half of the night.

The rain outside was getting heavier and heavier, and there was no intention of stopping.

Qin Yilai closed the door and window tightly and lay on the bed, tossing and turning over and over again, but he still didn't get tired.

I got up and went out for a walk, but I heard the footsteps of someone walking on the steps of the stairs.

She poked her head down from the spiral staircase and saw a familiar figure, Huai Jin Nan.

Huai Jin Nan slowly moved up the handrail of the stairs, holding a glass of water in her hand, and when she retracted her head, she heard the sound of the glass and the weight falling at the same time.

poked his head out again, and Huai Jin Nan was already half-collapsed next to the handrail of the stairs.

Qin Yilai was shocked and rushed downstairs.

Half-squatting down, looking at his pale lips and sweaty forehead, Qin Yilai pushed Huai Jin Nan's shoulder, "Huai Jin Nan, what's wrong with you?"

Suddenly remembering that Huai Jin Nan was drenched in the rain with her today, she reached out to probe the temperature of his forehead, and the hot touch made her retract her hand in shock.

Oops, he's got a fever!

At the moment, there is no other way but to drag Huai Jin Nan back to the room first.

Qin Yilai lifted Huai Jin Nan's arm on his shoulder and struggled to lift it up, but her body, which seemed to be like a thin shrimp, was really difficult to support an adult man who was more than one meter and eight meters.

After tossing a few times, Qin Yilai gasped in a low voice and complained in a low voice: "Really, did this person grow up eating iron, so heavy." โ€

"Go away, I don't want you to help ......"

Suddenly, a hot breath came from Huai Jin Nan.

He withdrew the arm that was on her shoulder, stood up by himself, shook off Qin Yilai's hand that was reaching out to him, swayed his body, and walked up the steps step by step.

The one under his feet suddenly stepped into the air, making his tall and long figure shake, and because he was holding on to the railing, he stood firmly.

"Be careful!"

Qin Yilai went up and grabbed his palm, Huai Jin Nan frowned, threw away her hand again, and spit out a sentence of impatience: "I don't care about you!"

โ€œโ€ฆโ€ฆโ€

Is this man sick and confused?

Huai Jin Nan, who had a tough attitude at the beginning, pushed open the door and his eyes were dark again, and he fell forward, but Qin Yilai grabbed him from behind in time and pulled him back, and dragged Huai Jin Nan from the door to the bed with a lot of effort.

I didn't say anything when I had a fever, knowing that there was something that a maid could do by pressing the inside line, so I had to go downstairs and pour water to drink.

How big a pit does Huai Jin Nan's brain have?

It was also raining, and he was only half drenched with a useless cold and fever, and when he woke up, she would definitely laugh at him.

She hadn't been to every corner of this house, and naturally she didn't know if there were any fever reducers or anything like that, so in order to save time, she pressed the inner line of the bedside directly.

After thinking about it for a long time, I remembered how to say "fever reducer" in Japanese, and I talked about it in a stiff and unclear way, and the maid on the other end of the inner line understood what she was trying to express.

Soon the maid came in with hot water and two antipyretics.

The maid stood aside respectfully, watching Qin Yilai feed Huai Jin Nan the medicine, and then asked, "Suzuki ใ•ใ‚“ใซใŠ็Ÿฅใ‚‰ใ›ใŒ Necessary ใงใ™ใ‹?"

Hearing the word "Suzuki", Qin Yilai roughly guessed the meaning,

โ€œใฏใ—ใชใ„ใ€‚ (No, no.) Qin Yilai shook his head.

The reason why she answered this way was that in addition to being afraid of disturbing Suzuki and Uemura too late, she actually had compassion in her heart.

The maid saw that there was nothing to do, so she left the room first.

Qin Yilai stayed here for a while, wiped the sweat from his forehead with a wet towel for Huai Jin Nan, and tried the temperature in front of his forehead, which dropped slightly, which relieved him a little.

Seeing his tightly knit eyebrows, thinking of the reason for his fever, Qin Yilai couldn't help but feel guilty.

She glanced at the alarm clock on the bedside table, which showed that it was half past three in the morning.

Seeing that it was not too early, Qin Yilai tightened the corners of the quilt for Huai Jin Nan, turned off the lights, and got up to leave.

The hand was accurately grasped by Huai Jin Nan as if he was acting in an idol drama, and he pulled it back, and his body fell directly in front of his chest without a support point, if she hadn't looked up in time to see Huai Jin Nan still in a state of pain with her eyes closed, she would have thought that he was awake at all.

His eager "don't go" melted into her heart, causing her heart to skip a beat.

"Huai Jin Nan, you ......"

"Don't go yet. โ€

Huai Jin Nan's voice was hoarse and low, like a whisper in a dream, and the trace of pain floating on his lips was so real that it had never appeared in his expression.

The purple lamp at the head of the bed illuminates the warm colors, which softens his silhouette and lines.

She felt a little abrupt in her heart, her hand caressed his face uncontrollably, her fingerprints gently rubbed against his hot face, and her originally tightly furrowed brows gradually stretched.

I never thought that a man who was as cold as a piece of ice that would not melt for a thousand years on weekdays suddenly quieted down, and his handsome face with less anger was so pleasing to the eye.

To put it in inappropriate language, he is as beautiful as a painting.