Married to My Ex-Fiancé's Cousin-Chapter 315: Soft-hearted Towards Him (3)_1

To him, the taste in her mouth felt refreshing. This sensation drove him crazy. He felt like someone stranded in a desert, and she was the oasis, the water source.

His tongue and mouth were so dry. Soon, even Ji Yunhuan began to feel uncomfortable.

This dirty rascal! He really knew how to take advantage of the situation. She wondered if he was doing it on purpose.

But seeing how much he was suffering, she held back.

Qi Cheng’s breathing was much more urgent than usual due to his fever. Ji Yunhuan could tell from this that Qi Cheng was likely in extreme discomfort even when trying to breathe.

Ji Yunhuan opened her eyes and looked at him. He looked back at her. She was lying on him, careful not to press down on him, supporting herself cautiously with her hands.

When Qi Cheng finally released her, allowing her to breathe, she tried to retreat. But he grabbed her tightly, attempting to use his other hand to assist. Quick to react, she grabbed his moving hand and pinned it down. "Don’t move, don’t pull out the IV line."

Her tone was full of concern.

Two years ago, he had pulled it out the same way, and so much blood had flowed. But she hadn’t even looked at it.

Sadness surfaced in Qi Cheng’s eyes.

After ensuring his hand wouldn’t move, Ji Yunhuan gently lifted herself up. She didn’t want to press on him, but to avoid startling him, she didn’t completely leave.

She looked at the man in front of her. "I’ve waited for you for so long, and you only woke up now."

Qi Cheng didn’t speak. Because he knew she hadn’t waited long.

If she had waited long, he would know. Because he was the one who had waited for her for so, so long.

Seeing him silent, Ji Yunhuan worried that he was dazed. She waved two fingers in front of his eyes. "How many is this?"

Qi Cheng still didn’t speak.

Worry appeared on Ji Yunhuan’s face. "Qi Cheng, are you feverish and dazed? I’m a bit worried. If you’ve become stupid, how tragic would that be!"

His gaze remained on her, neither cold nor warm, neither hurried nor slow. The feeling was not intimate but had a faint sense of estrangement.

Ji Yunhuan held his hand. "Are you dazed, or are you angry? Are you still angry?" frёeweɓηovel_coɱ

Because of her and Bai Liyan.

Actually, the one who should be most angry was clearly her.

She always called herself cold-blooded. Yet in this situation, she still softened her heart toward him.

With Qi Cheng remaining silent, Ji Yunhuan also stopped speaking. She lowered her head, resting on his chest, showing him the back of her head while her eyes looked elsewhere.

Being with him like this always felt like stolen moments to her.

Qi Cheng would never know that when he was angry with her, her heart also hurt deeply.

As soon as she wasn’t around, there would be other women staying by his side.

Thinking about him being with other women, thinking about how Xie Xingwei used to stay in this room, she felt stifled inside. But because she was worried about him, she didn’t dare to leave, nor could she.

Both were silent, nobody spoke.

Ji Yunhuan noticed the IV bottle was nearly empty; she stood up.

Qi Cheng grabbed her hand and finally spoke his first words since waking up, "Are you leaving?"

His voice was hoarse like that of a seventy-year-old man. It was completely unrecognizable as Qi Cheng. But the displeasure in his tone was unmistakably him.

Despite the seriousness of the moment, Ji Yunhuan couldn’t help but laugh, "I’m going to call the doctor. The IV fluid is almost finished."

She gestured for him to look. He glanced over and noticed the IV fluid was indeed almost gone, yet still coolly said, "Excuse."

"Alright!" Ji Yunhuan sat back down, a bit helpless, "Then I won’t call the doctor and let more air get in and kill you."

Qi Cheng gave her a complex look, like he was despising her intelligence. He pointed towards the bedside where there was a service bell. Ji Yunhuan glanced in that direction, realizing she had forgotten about it.

Alright!

She did deserve some disdain.

She couldn’t help but despise herself a bit, too.

Her brain wasn’t working as well as that of a man whose mind had supposedly burned out by fever.

She pressed the service bell. The doctor and servants quickly came in.

Seeing Qi Cheng awake, the female housekeeper teared up, "Sir."

Qi Cheng remained silent, merely watching them.

Ji Yunhuan explained on his behalf, "His brain has been burned out by the fever."

"..." Qi Cheng immediately gave her a glare.

The female housekeeper couldn’t stay calm after hearing Ji Yunhuan’s words.

She looked at Qi Cheng, "Sir, do you not recognize us?"

Assistant Gao had just come in from the outside and was also taken aback by this.

Looking at everyone’s expressions and seeing Qi Cheng still silent, Ji Yunhuan guessed he was probably afraid they would hear his hoarse voice.

And his throat was burning. Speaking now must feel excruciating.

Seeing how pitiful he was, Ji Yunhuan didn’t torment him further and said, "I meant his throat is burned out. He can’t speak temporarily. Don’t worry, he’s fine, his intelligence is normal. Prepare something for him to drink."

"Really?" The female housekeeper, who usually didn’t like talking to Ji Yunhuan, was now so worried she forgot about it.

Ji Yunhuan nodded, "Really. Prepare something to drink for him, or he’ll die of thirst."

The female housekeeper hurried to prepare.

Soon, she brought over some water.

Ji Yunhuan helped Qi Cheng sit up, took the water, and brought it to his lips.

He drank obediently, probably extremely thirsty himself. A cup of water was quickly finished.

They immediately poured another cup.

Watching him drink, Ji Yunhuan couldn’t help but feel some pity for him.

Who would have thought that he could be the domineering Mr. Qi? Who would have thought he was the charming and suave Mr. Qi?

In the face of illness, everyone was the same.

After he finished drinking, Ji Yunhuan put down the cup and helped him lie back on the bed.

"Sir, do you want something to eat?" the female housekeeper cautiously asked nearby.

Qi Cheng didn’t respond.

Ji Yunhuan looked at his face, nearly devoid of reaction, "Not for now. You all can go for now."

Assistant Gao also took a look at Qi Cheng, worried, "Mr. Qi is really okay?"

Before, no matter how uncomfortable he was, he would never be so unresponsive.

"He’s fine," Ji Yunhuan repeated. "Don’t you believe me?"

The man who was just arguing petulantly with her, how could there be anything wrong with him?

Ji Yunhuan absolutely did not believe he had any serious ailment.

Looking at him now, he resembled a child — the kind who behaves well when parents are absent but becomes spoiled once they appear.

Indeed, at other times, when Qi Cheng was silent, people couldn’t guess what he was thinking. Now, it was different. He just wanted to see how well Ji Yunhuan could take care of him.

Qi Cheng watched Ji Yunhuan silently.

Soon, the servants heeded Ji Yunhuan’s words and left.

The medical staff reattached the IV and then left too.

Ji Yunhuan sat nearby, looking at the silent Qi Cheng, "Have you gone mute?"