Chapter 319 Don't Hold Onto Me So Tightly

threats at all, and she never held back when it came to fighting.When she's unhappy, she frowns. When she's happy, her eyes sparkle with a smile. When she does things, she is always very focused and s..."Let go."

She had already yelled at him for the fifth time, but the man in front of her was still holding onto her wrist and refusing to let go. Qiao Bao'er was so angry that she wanted to beat him up while he was sick.

"I'll go get a thermometer and some fever medicine, I'm not running away," she emphasized with a complex expression.

But his old man just pretended not to hear.

"Hey, you're really heavy, stand on your own two feet, don't step on me..."

"Death God's Shepherd, don't think I won't get angry... Ugh, your big head don't lean over here, stop messing with my neck, your stubble is really itchy, just go away, get away..."

Then his voice was hoarse, he only said in a low voice, "You're being loud."

Jo Bao'er is exhausted both physically and mentally.

The dead ice block only knows how to torture her, ah finally dragged this old geezer to bed.

In the end, she pushed his heavy body onto the bed with some force, a hint of vengeance in her actions.

He got mad when he saw him.

If he wasn't currently sick as a dog, she would have gone straight to the bathroom to get a basin of cold water and pour it over him. What a jerk!

The man on the bed was lying on his side, motionless. Qiao Bao'er frowned and leaned closer to him.

Jun Zhi Mu's figure was tall and imposing. Even lying on her 1.8 meter bed, he felt it wasn't big enough. His black short hair was messy, his eyes closed, and his usually cold face lacked its usual intimidating aura. His nose bridge was straight, his thin lips were slightly dry, and if you got closer, you could feel his light and even breathing, the air he exhaled warm.

After the surgery, I didn't hear from him about being sick. I don't know where he went to get into trouble. Serves him right.

Qiao Baoer looked at his haggard face, and her mood instantly became a bit complicated. Especially seeing his brows furrowed, she estimated he had a headache.

She helped him take off his shoes and coat, then took her velvet blanket to cover him. But her eyes lingered on the belt at his waist.

Unbuckling a man's belt sounds pretty suggestive, I wonder how many women have unbuckled his belt...

Qiao Bao'er was a mixture of emotions, helping him unbuckle his belt with a blank expression.

"So many people to harm, why did they have to come and harm me at my own home..." She grew increasingly resentful.

The blanket was pulled tightly over him, and the back of her hand accidentally brushed against his feverish skin. Even through the expensive, dark purple silk shirt, she could feel that he was burning up with a high fever.

Qiao Bao'er was in a state of conflict. On one hand, she harbored resentment towards him, but on the other, her heart softened.

I took the thermometer and checked his temperature.

Five minutes later, Qiao Baier stared at the thermometer in her hand, which displayed 39 degrees, her expression turning serious.

She has always been cautious, even a little afraid of high fevers. This is because Tang Yu had a fever of over 40 degrees Celsius when he was a child, and afterward, he developed autism for several years without speaking. Since then, she believes that a high temperature from a cold or fever can have a significant impact on the body.

She took a fever patch and stuck it on Jun Zhi Mu's forehead, also sticking several on the back of his neck. There was some alcohol left at home, so she skillfully took some cotton balls dipped in alcohol and wanted to take off his shirt to give him physical cooling.

But what bothered her was that Junzhi牧 wasn't very cooperative.

"Stretch out your hand and take off your shirt..." Qiao Bao'er pulled with all her might, but this person was still very heavy even though he was sick. The shirt was pressed down by him, and only half of it came off.

< Qiao Bao'er glared at his sleeping profile, grinding her teeth. Finally resigned, she put down the other cotton swab soaked in alcohol and climbed onto the bed, leaning closer to him, thinking about slowly pulling his shirt out. >

But this person, whether intentional or not, as soon as she got on the bed and hadn't even stood steady, was pulled into his arms by his hands, held tightly, refusing to let go.

"Hey—"

Her delicate skin pressed against his strong chest, her cheeks flushed with his contagious heat. Jun Zhimu was incredibly strong, even when sick he couldn't be pushed away, especially now as he clung to her like a koala, Qiao Bao'er felt utterly hopeless.

"I'm telling you, if you don't let go, I'll bite you."

"If you keep having a high fever, your brain will get fried."

Her voice, a whisper in his ear, began with warnings, then moved to reason, but it was all in vain.

When Jun Mu treated her like a pillow, clutching her tightly as if to soothe the burning pain in her body, Qiao Bao'er felt extremely uncomfortable being held in his arms. Moreover, he had a bad habit...ah, burying his head on her neck! His scraggly beard made her skin unbearably itchy, something Qiao Bao'er dreaded most.

And he, he seemed to have really fallen asleep.

Throughout the long, dark night, Qiao Baier truly suffered immensely.

I slept soundly, as if I hadn't slept so comfortably and peacefully in ages.

Until the middle of the night, in the middle of the night Zhu Xiaowei was suddenly awakened. Strictly speaking, she was woken up by some noises.

Because she lived alone for a long time, she was especially cautious at night. Her mind was muddled and she hadn't remembered what happened today yet. As she lifted the covers, she felt a chill run through her body. Oh no, she wasn't wearing any clothes.

She was left in just one piece of underwear, even though she didn't have the habit of sleeping naked.

But now she didn't care about that anymore. She threw a bathrobe over her body, and every cell in her body was on high alert at the strange clattering sounds coming from her kitchen.

The first thought was that there had been a break-in, but what thief would go to her kitchen

Holding her phone tightly, ready to call the police at any moment, she hesitated and decided to be brave. She crept closer cautiously. Soon, Zhu Xiaowei saw that all the lights in her living room were on, and a very familiar figure stood in the kitchen.

"You, Pei Haoran, how did you get into my house" She spoke, her voice still a little stuffy.

Pei Haoran, who was busy in the kitchen, immediately turned to face her upon hearing her voice. Zhu Xiaowei felt a little dazed, but she still saw that his handsome face had an obvious look of embarrassment and awkwardness compared to usual.

"What are you doing" she blurted out.

Pei Haoran's expression grew increasingly complicated, and then his voice sounded a little angry when he spoke, "Zhu Xiaowei, you really don't remember anything you did!" He didn't reply to her, but asked back instead.

Zhu XiaoWei's not-so-bright brain went blank for a few seconds, she stared at the man in front of her with confusion, then stiffly lowered her head to stare at the only set of underwear left inside her robe.

Ah—

What happened!

She remembered that she had cried today, and cried very ugly and badly. The worst part was that she ran into him afterwards... “Where are my clothes!” Her face flushed red as she internally screamed.

"You're soaked through, are you going to sleep in those" Pei Haoran's tone was surprisingly calm.

"Well, then the clothes... did you help me take them off"

Zhu Xiaowei remembered the terrible things her brother and mother had done to her, but facing him now, she felt inexplicably flustered.

"My name is myself, you fall asleep." Pei Haoran told her truthfully.

Little Zhu's expression was complex, as if he had been petrified. Especially since he used such a calm tone to say something like that, it was simply unbearable, too embarrassing!

But soon it was Pei Haoran's turn to be embarrassed, as he almost burned down Xiao Zhu's kitchen.

"Were you making dinner for me in the kitchen just now"

Zhu Xiaowei regained consciousness and walked into the kitchen. At first glance, she was shocked to see the burnt rice, a blackened lump that she could no longer recognize. an innocent and harmless little lamb. 。 Sima An felt that being in the same class as Qiao Bao'er had a huge advantage. He had more opportunities to appear beside her without making a sound, and Qiao...