You get married, I hijack the marriage

Chapter 330 Can You Hug Me?

His gaze was too cold, and she replied hoarsely, "I... am too thirsty."

Ji Jinchuan handed her the cup of hot water. She took it and drank most of it in one breath. Her throat felt moistened and she felt much more comfortable.

Aunt Wu came in with a bowl of porridge. Seeing that Shen Youran's complexion had improved a little, she breathed a sigh of relief: "Madam, your fever has reached 39 degrees today. It's really scary."

Shen Youran forced a pale smile: "It should be because of the rain last night."

When talking about getting caught in the rain last night, Ji Jinchuan's face became even colder. Shen Youran and Wu Ma noticed his displeasure and both of them remained silent.

Aunt Wu wanted to feed her porridge, but Shen Youran took the bowl from her and said, "I can do it myself."

Seeing that there was nothing for her to do, Wu Ma walked out.

Shen Youran ate porridge quietly, Ji Jinchuan sat back on the sofa and processed emails on his computer. The quiet room was broken by a cell phone ring, and Ji Jinchuan walked to the balcony with the phone.

Shen Youran looked at the man on the balcony through the floor-to-ceiling glass window. He stood with his back to her, and his tall body almost blended into the night.

She glanced at the pile of documents on the table next to the sofa. In her half-sleep, she seemed to hear Aunt Wu come in and say that Xiao Cheng was here. These documents should have been sent by Xiao Cheng.

He didn't go to work today and has been staying at home with me?

She vaguely remembered that someone seemed to have wiped her body with alcohol and that he smelled of tobacco.

If he didn't go to work today, then the person who wiped her body would be him, she was not dreaming.

When she was alone in California, she would ask her roommates to help her take leave when she was sick, or just answer the teacher's roll call to get by, and she would sleep in the dormitory wrapped in a blanket. If she was too sick to bear it, she would go to the pharmacy to buy some medicine. No one cared about her, and no one stayed by her bedside.

Those three years were lonely, self-destructive, and the most difficult for her.

Ji Jinchuan returned to the room after answering the phone. Seeing Shen Youran staring at him absentmindedly, he frowned slightly and walked in front of her. Seeing that the bowl in her hand was empty, he asked, "Do you want more?"

Her nose felt sore, and she shook her head. She put the bowl of porridge on the bedside table, looked up at him, and said in a hoarse voice, "Can you hug me?"

Ji Jinchuan stared into her bright black eyes. Her eyes were black and white, reflecting his figure clearly. Under her expectant yet cautious gaze, he put his arm around her shoulders and hugged her.

He was standing and she was sitting, so her head was just at his stomach. She put her arms around his waist, and through the thin clothes, she could clearly feel his body temperature with her cheek against his abdomen.

After hugging for a while, Ji Jinchuan let her go. Her arms were wrapped around his waist and refused to let go. Ji Jinchuan let her hug him without saying a word.

A few minutes later, she let him go. Aunt Wu brought in some food. Shen Youran thought she was bringing it to her: "Aunt Wu, I don't want to eat."

Aunt Wu put the food on the table next to the sofa: "This is for the young master."

Shen Youran looked at Ji Jinchuan: "Why haven't you eaten yet?"

Seeing that she was only wearing pajamas without a blanket, Ji Jinchuan turned up the heat a little and took a thermometer to take her temperature. When he heard her words, he glanced at her and said, "Busy."

"Madam, you don't know that you have a very high fever today. Pregnant women are afraid to take medicine randomly. The young master..."

(End of this chapter)