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Chapter 131: Chapter 131: Carrying Fourth Brother Bridal Style While He Has a Fever
Lu Sheng instinctively caught the person who fell onto her and took a deep breath, "...Fourth Brother?"
Lu Youming felt extremely groggy, his burning forehead resting on the young girl’s shoulder.
He had just heard the knocking sound and wanted to ask who it was, but his throat seemed unable to make a sound.
Struggling to get up from the bed, he just managed to open the door before he couldn’t hold himself up anymore.
...So it was Lu Sheng.
Why was she here looking for him so late?
They weren’t particularly close; they were supposed to keep a distance, but here he was, lying atop her.
Lu Youming’s mind was in a haze, trying to steady himself, but his body felt as heavy as if it was filled with lead.
He had no choice but to lean all his weight on the young girl, breathing heavily.
However, he realized that the girl was much calmer than he had expected.
He felt her hand support his back, then she raised her other hand to check his forehead’s temperature.
There was a pause in her breathing, and then she spoke firmly to him, who was struggling to get up, "...Don’t move."
Though Lu Youming was slender, his height over one meter eight meant that his weight was not light when he let it fall.
Under such circumstances, an ordinary frail girl could not possibly hold him up.
But fortunately, Lu Sheng was neither ordinary nor frail.
The young girl took a deep breath and then suddenly bent down to lift Lu Youming in a princess carry.
"..."
For a moment, Lu Youming thought he was delirious from the fever, or his brain was damaged by the heat.
But the reality was, his petite sister, barely over one meter six, effortlessly picked him up and then steadily placed him on his bed.
"You..." Lu Youming struggled to open his eyes to speak.
"At least thirty-nine degrees, with a fever like this, and Fourth Brother didn’t make a sound in his room."
The girl didn’t show it, but her tone was slightly angry.
This left Lu Youming, whose mind was already not clear, somewhat dazed.
"If the fever had continued a bit longer, Fourth Brother could have passed away in his room tonight without anyone in the family knowing."
Lu Sheng pursed her lips, turned around to leave, "I’ll go call the eldest brother here."
But just as Lu Sheng turned away, Lu Youming suddenly grabbed her wrist.
"...Don’t go," Lu Youming gasped for air, speaking with difficulty, "Don’t let the eldest brother and others know I’m sick."
"In the cabinet of the desk in my room, there is a medicine box containing medicine to reduce fever... Can you get it for me? I’ll be fine once I take the medicine."
Lu Sheng turned back, looking at Lu Youming with a slight frown, "Why don’t you want Big Brother and the others to know?"
Lu Youming’s forehead was sweaty, and he felt somewhat dizzy.
Sick, he didn’t have the mental capacity to organize his words well, so what he said was much more honest than usual.
"If the eldest brother knows I have a fever, he will worry... worry that the fever may trigger my asthma."
"He would call a doctor over in the middle of the night... or send me to the hospital."
"He’d think that me getting sick as soon as I started school means my body could not adapt to the school environment... he’d do like when I was a child, arranging homeschooling for me, keeping me away from people."
"I... don’t want... I don’t want that."
Lu Youming’s brow furrowed, and it seemed to take a lot of effort to say so much. His brow was knitted, his delicate face pale without a trace of color.
However, hearing his words, Lu Sheng paused for a few seconds before taking a deep breath and saying, "...I understand."
Maybe it was an illusion, but Lu Youming felt that the young girl before him seemed not angry anymore; both her actions and tone had softened.
"I’ll go get the medicine box. Fourth Brother, lie still on the bed and don’t move."
Lu Youming then let go of the hand he was holding.
Lying on the bed, his chest rose and fell slightly heavily, unconsciously closing his eyes, and the broken hair on his forehead was dampened by sweat.
Sounds of searching for something and filling a cup with water came to his ears.
After a while, he felt groggy as he was helped up and leaned against the other person.
A few pills were brought to his lips and swallowed.
Then came the cup, and he gulped down a few sips to swallow the pills, all actions based on instinct.
However, the other person did not immediately let him lie back down, but continued to let him lean there, gently patting his back to help the medicine go down.
In this way, the discomfort Lu Youming usually felt from taking medicine was significantly alleviated.
...How did she know that he felt uncomfortable taking medicine?
Lu Youming couldn’t understand and just felt very hot.
His face and body felt severely hot, but the girl in shorts and a short-sleeved shirt beside him was cool and refreshing, making him uncontrollably want to get closer. 𝖓𝖔𝖛𝔭𝖚𝖇.𝔠𝖔𝔪
Lu Sheng noticed the young man’s desire for coolness and placed the back of her hand on his feverish cheek.
Lu Youming finally felt a bit more comfortable.
This scene was quite strange.
A tall young man of over 1.8 meters curling up in front of a petite girl. One was drowsy, barely able to keep his eyes open, his actions purely instinctive. The other was calm and indifferent, acting as if this was all a small matter.
But upon closer inspection, not only indifference was in the girl’s eyes, there was also a trace of pity.
This was the first time Lu Sheng had entered Lu Youming’s room.
Her brothers had distinct personalities, and each of their rooms was decorated in very different styles.
The eldest brother’s room was completely business-like and minimalist, the second brother was a clean freak with a room cold and sterile. The third brother’s room was casual and messy, focused solely on comfortability. The fifth brother’s room was vibrant and lively, filled with mecha models and Gundam toys.
Only Lu Youming’s room was hardly stylized because it was basically filled with books.
Books on the desk, on the bookshelf, on the bedside table.
Whilst searching for the medicine earlier, she noticed some books were particularly old.
Upon closer inspection, she found fairy tale books meant for only four or five-year-olds, probably from over a decade ago.
And when opening that desk drawer, she found such a large medicine box inside, filled with densely packed various colorful medicines.
How should one put it, quite heart-wrenching.
It was easy to imagine certain scenes.
Like a chronically weak young man, who in his childhood could only stay alone in his room reading books, forever unable to run and play freely on playgrounds or sports fields like other children his age.
Perhaps not just in childhood, but still to this day.
What was even more heart-wrenching was that every sharp object or table leg visible in the room was covered with foam.
Probably for fear that the young man might accidentally scrape himself and bleed profusely one day.
Lu Sheng looked down and saw that the young man in front of her had already dozed off, she sighed softly.
He still looked uncomfortable. Lu Sheng raised her hand, her face serene, and placed her palm on Lu Youming’s forehead.
A continuous stream of Soul Power was infused, and the young man’s tightly furred brows gradually relaxed.
Seeing that Lu Youming’s expression had finally become peaceful, Lu Sheng placed him back on the bed to lie down, taking care to cover him with the blanket before leaving.
How lonely and isolated Bai Qiang was in her previous life of ten years, the family atmosphere in this life was warm and lively in contrast.
Protecting her family, was perhaps also an important meaning of this new life.
Lu Sheng thought in her heart.
