Half an hour later, Ji Han Zhuo emerged from the bathroom wearing a loosely tied bathrobe, his hair already dried, his chest partially exposed.
He walked to Jiang Xizhi’s bedside and turned off the wall lamp, then circled to the other side of the bed. With practiced ease, he lifted the blanket and slipped inside.
Jiang Xizhi was becoming increasingly unable to understand his thoughts. Even after spending three years with him in her past life, she had never truly grasped what was on his mind.
Just as Jiang Xizhi sank into contemplation, Ji Han Zhuo moved. He pulled the previously flat-lying Jiang Xizhi into his embrace, wrapping his arms around her slender waist in an overwhelmingly possessive manner and burying his face into the crook of her neck.
The man’s warm breath made her heart race uncontrollably.
Jiang Xizhi: “…” Does this man have some kind of illness?
Pretending to sleep was exhausting for her too, okay?
Truth be told, this position wasn’t particularly comfortable. Ji Han Zhuo’s embrace was too warm, like a blazing furnace that made her uneasy. The hot breath against her neck was truly unbearable, yet she dared not move.
Just as Jiang Xizhi decided to give up struggling, Ji Han Zhuo moved again—this time in a way that completely astonished her.
Ji Han Zhuo lifted her right hand and placed it on his abs!
Hard, well-defined eight-pack abs!!
This man really knew how to play his cards!
“I promised you this morning. I didn’t break my word.” The man’s cool yet slightly aggrieved, deep voice exploded beside Jiang Xizhi’s ear.
Jiang Xizhi’s hand trembled uncontrollably, her fingernail accidentally grazing his abs.
Immediately afterward, a sharp intake of breath sounded beside her ear.
That scratch wasn’t light—Jiang Xizhi was well aware of the sharpness of her nails.
Without Ji Han Zhuo needing to expose her, Jiang Xizhi’s pretense of sleep was officially declared a failure.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to,” Jiang Xizhi hurriedly apologized, her soft voice filled with grievance.
She would never admit that her apology stemmed from fear that Ji Han Zhuo might not let her touch his abs in the future. Ji Han Zhuo’s physique rivaled that of a male model—broad shoulders, narrow hips—perfectly aligned with her preferences. At least before leaving, she wanted to take advantage of the opportunity a little more.
In the darkness, no one could see the usually indifferent Ji Han Zhuo curl the corners of his lips.
Ji Han Zhuo released her hand and said coldly, “Move it yourself.”
Jiang Xizhi’s face flushed instantly, but she didn’t give up the privilege. When given an opportunity, she’d take it—refusing would be ungrateful.
After a moment, she even boldly slipped her other hand inside as well. While savoring the sensation beneath her touch, she praised, “You’re so good.”
Ji Han Zhuo snorted coldly, his breathing slightly unsteady. “Only I would spoil you like this.”
If it were any other man, he wouldn’t have returned after what happened this morning.
Jiang Xizhi smiled ingratiatingly and kissed the corner of his lips. Both of them tacitly avoided mentioning the events of the morning.
Jiang Xizhi eventually fell asleep while stroking Ji Han Zhuo’s abs. After she drifted off, Ji Han Zhuo went to the bathroom for a cold shower before returning to bed, wrapping his arms around her to sleep.
He felt as though he owed her from a past life.
He had thought he could get a good night’s sleep, but in the middle of the night, Jiang Xizhi woke up—heated awake by Ji Han Zhuo.
After turning on the light, she immediately noticed something was wrong. Not only was Ji Han Zhuo’s body burning hot, but his forehead was also covered in cold sweat. His expression seemed off too—his brows tightly furrowed as if in great discomfort, with one hand pressed against his stomach.
He had a fever, and his stomach was likely bothering him as well.
This was the first time Jiang Xizhi had encountered such a situation, and she felt somewhat at a loss. Whether in her previous life or this one, Ji Han Zhuo had always been in good health—how could he suddenly develop a fever?
Jiang Xizhi threw on her coat and went downstairs to find Chen Yi, who immediately contacted the family doctor.
This doctor was not the same female doctor who had treated Jiang Xizhi’s leg last time. Instead, it was a young male doctor. Jiang Xizhi knew him—his name was Rong Ye. He had graduated from one of the most prestigious medical universities abroad and had met Ji Han Zhuo overseas. When Ji Han Zhuo returned to China, Rong Ye followed him back and had been taking care of him for many years.
In addition to being Ji Han Zhuo’s personal doctor, Rong Ye also served as an associate professor at Jing University. Jiang Xizhi had heard of his reputation at school before—he was very popular among the students.
“The fever was caused by catching a cold, and the irregular diet led to a recurrence of his stomach issues. Did he eat on time today?” Rong Ye asked, looking at Jiang Xizhi.
Jiang Xizhi scratched her head and stammered, “He ate in the morning, but for lunch and dinner… I don’t know.”
Rong Ye shook his head and eventually called Chen Zhan to find out that Ji Han Zhuo had skipped both lunch and dinner.
Seeing Jiang Xizhi’s clueless and bewildered expression, he held back from scolding her and patiently administered an IV drip for Ji Han Zhuo.
“Later, wipe his body with warm water and give him the medicine. His fever should subside within an hour. From now on, make sure he eats three meals a day on time.”
“Okay, I understand. Thank you.”
“Mm, contact me if anything comes up.”