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Chapter 272: Chapter 272: Persisting Despite the High Fever
Midnight had passed.
Outside the window, the cold moon in the night sky emitted a hazy light. Moonlight gently poured in through the window, illuminating the room.
Within the spacious room, only the dim light from the floor lamp beside the bed cast an ambiguous and enticing atmosphere over the two on the bed.
On the bed.
Earlier, when Li Muchen carried Lu Sheng back, he had already changed her clothes. 𝓷ℴ𝓿𝓹𝓾𝒷.𝓬𝓸𝓂
Although it was winter, the temperature inside the house was very warm, hence the young girl was only wearing a soft cotton linen white tank top nightgown, which appeared cute and gentle.
Delicately sewn lace bordered the straps, revealing a slender neck, delicate collarbones, and small rounded shoulders. Her dense black hair cascaded over her shoulders, accentuating her pointed chin.
Her complexion was originally fair, but now due to the fever, her cheeks were tinged with crimson. Even her beautiful eyes were covered in a layer of mist, appearing somewhat hazy.
Yet, the expression of the young girl was cold.
Her long eyelashes lightly lifted, her gaze swirling with light, carrying an inherent aura as if born with it.
Ethereal and superior, like a holy and noble deity, making people dare not harbor any thoughts of closeness or profanity.
However, her words were irresistibly heart-stirring and tempting.
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At this moment, the scene on the bed was truly captivating.
The girl with a cold expression yet crimson cheeks, a white fever-reducing patch on her forehead, her eyes unfathomable.
Sitting on the bed, she raised her delicate arm, grabbed the meticulously tied necktie of the man’s dark grey shirt, pulling him slightly closer.
Her nimble fingertips gently traced over his Adam’s apple, uttering eight casual words.
"Take off your clothes, get into bed, hold me tight."
The difference in their physiques was starkly evident.
The man possessed a muscular build with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, standing at 185 cm, whereas the petite young girl, even sitting up straight, only reached his shoulders and had to look up to speak to him.
Yet surprisingly, the young girl’s presence was overwhelmingly powerful.
Thus, this scene resembled that of a queen issuing an irrefutable command to her loyal knight.
And the loyal knight, often silent and obedient, prioritizes the queen’s will above all else.
Thus, after a brief moment of stunned silence, the man responded with a "Okay." Then obediently straightened up and lifted his right hand to start loosening his tie.
A necktie is an evocative item.
Worn around the sensual neck, neat yet a dignified restraint, filled with a sense of asceticism, thus all the more intriguing to delve into.
After the tie was removed, Li Muchen lifted his gaze, his voice husky, "Is this okay?"
"Mhm," the girl responded, relaxing her body and leaning back on the bed as if admiring the scene before her.
Her words still carried a hint of nasal sound, "Continue."
After a brief pause, the man started undoing the buttons of his dark grey shirt.
One, two, three... until he unfastened the last button and removed his shirt.
His slightly slow movements, like layers of himself being unraveled. Revealing a body with distinctly defined abs, presenting his most genuine self before the young girl.
"Is this... okay now?" The man asked for her opinion once more.
"Down," the girl’s expression unchanged, "there’s more."
The man, feared and revered by others, poised with authority, but ever indulgent and affectionate towards the young girl.
Or perhaps, never harboring a single thought of refusal towards his lover.
Whatever she liked, he would do.
Thus, the metal buckle of his belt, the black trousers... he stripped off all his restraints.
Allowing the young girl to appraise him as if he were her possession, her gaze revealing a trace of satisfied contentment.
Then he leaned his tall figure over and embraced the feverish girl in his arms, holding her like a rare treasure.
"Do you really like my body?" Li Muchen asked in a low voice, looking down at the person in his arms.
"Mhm, it’s beautiful."
The cool touch of the man’s skin spread to her own. She pressed her face against his chest, the heat on her cheeks eased, the coolness so comforting.
Thus, the girl pressed closer, her fair hand resting on his broad chest, stroking and even pinching it, then letting out a satisfied sigh, "It’s also very nice to touch."
"..."
Li Muchen initially felt sorry for the feverish girl, but now couldn’t help but chuckle.
She usually likes touching his chest, but now even while sick, she persisted in such acts, speaking with such a serious tone and expression.
What’s more, she was doing this while one of her hands was tied up with an IV, and only the other hand was free.
—Bearing a high fever yet still feeling frisky.
A sense of resilient determination.
"What are you laughing at," hearing Li Muchen’s soft chuckle, low and enticing in his throat, Lu Sheng looked up, "They say beauty is eye-catching, beauty can make one forget hunger, obviously it can also alleviate the discomfort of illness."
"Just like, looking at you, holding you, touching you, I feel much more comfortable than before."
"...Does it really make you feel a bit better?"
Li Muchen suddenly asked seriously, lowering his head.
"Of course." Lu Sheng nodded.
Upon hearing this, the man paused, then his broad hand grasped the girl’s fair hand, proactively placing it on his chest.
Then sliding down to his well-defined abs, his voice rough and hoarse.
"Then baby, look a while longer, hold a few more times, touch a little longer."
"Whatever you want to watch, hold as long as you want, touch wherever... I can do it."
Lu Sheng stared at Li Muchen for a moment.
"Li Muchen, you’re seducing me."
Lu Sheng spoke with absolute certainty, her voice slightly nasal. Despite frowning in accusation, this rarely seen vulnerable expression was irresistibly cute.
"I’m not, baby," the man couldn’t help but embrace the person in his arms even tighter, resting his chin on top of the girl’s head, "I just want to make you feel a bit better, seeing you with fever, I feel so heartbroken."
"...I’ve realized, you seem to have no principles when it comes to me."
Lu Sheng, her hot forehead pressed against Li Muchen’s chest, couldn’t help but rub against it.
"In front of you, I’ll always lack principles."
The man paused, then slightly lowered his head, his deep, soft voice coming from above Lu Sheng’s head, "My only principle is to love you."
My only principle is to love you.
For some reason, this felt strangely familiar to Lu Sheng.
Although saying beauty could alleviate the discomfort of illness was a joke, Lu Sheng indeed felt much better compared to the groggy state she was in when she first woke up.
There were still two more large bottles of IV left hanging, the IV likely wouldn’t finish until daylight.
Li Muchen took Lu Sheng’s temperature again, and seeing that it had dropped below 39 degrees, he finally felt a bit relieved.
Thus, with his body bare and tightly embracing the girl, Lu Sheng soon fell into a deep sleep.
Once the medicine bottles were completely empty, Li Muchen, following the instructions Lu Siyan gave before leaving, carefully removed the IV needle from Lu Sheng, then held her tightly in his embrace.
Having stayed up all night monitoring the IV, Li Muchen was finally ready to sleep holding the person in his arms, but suddenly his phone received a message from Chen An.
The text message read:
[President Li, Chen Shu has awakened.]
