Shocking! The school heartthrob who was adopted by a wealthy family is actually a heiress!

Chapter 228 He kissed me.

"Zhaozhao, why don't you go to his house and take a look?"

"..."

Qin Qiong still harbored some intention to ease tensions between them.

Qin Zhao finally agreed.

She sent Shen Yanci a WeChat message, but he didn't answer her phone. She frowned slightly.

I went to his villa.

The door wasn't locked, and at this time of day, the light wasn't very bright.

There's no one on the first floor.

"Shen Yanci".

She went upstairs to his room; the door was ajar.

"My mom is calling you for dinner."

No one responded.

She entered the room, glanced around, and her gaze settled on the figure on the sofa.

He seems to be asleep.

A dim, yellow light was on.

Qin Zhao: "Shen Yanci, dinner's ready."

She walked over to him. He was wearing dark loungewear and was slumped in a black leather sofa. One arm was draped over his forehead, while the other hung down naturally. Stray hair fell to one side as he moved.

His brows were slightly furrowed, and the light cast a shadow under his eyelashes, making the contours of his features clearer in the interplay of light and shadow.

Qin Zhao lowered her eyelids and gently nudged him: "Shen Yanci, it's time to eat."

He didn't move, so Qin Zhao squatted down: "Shen Yanci."

She touched his hand and found it was very hot.
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Yan Ci had a heart condition when he was a child.
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She was hospitalized a few days ago.

"Shen Yanci." Qin Zhao pushed him harder, her voice urgent, "Brother Yanci, Brother Yanci, Brother Yanci!"

These three words seemed like some kind of code, and the person on the sofa twitched their finger.

She took out her phone and dialed 120.

As soon as she broadcast it, he frowned and looked up as if he were about to lift his eyelids.

He woke up, but his pupils were still dilated.

He stared at Qin Zhao, lowered his eyelids, and his gaze fell on her lips.

He propped himself up on the sofa with his arms, half-sitting up.

Qin Zhao: "You—"

He kissed him.

Qin Zhao suddenly loosened his grip on the phone, and it almost fell.

His dark eyelashes drooped, and because of the tilted-back posture, there was an indescribable sense of piety and cherishment.

The forearms, which were braced against the sofa, tightened, pressing a deeper indentation into the surface of the leather sofa.

He rose higher, parted his lips, and took hers in his mouth.

"Hello, this is the 120 emergency center. Do you need an ambulance?"

The sudden voice on the phone shattered the illusion of the dream.

Shen Yanci stopped moving abruptly and froze in place.

Qin Zhao was soft and warm to the touch.

It wasn't the Qin Zhao from his dreams, the one who liked him, indulged him, but whose kisses, no matter how hard he tried, didn't even cause him pain; it was the Qin Zhao of empty air.
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I don't want you to kiss me anymore.

Shen Yanci felt as if he had been doused with a bucket of cold water; his blood ran cold from the outside in.

Qin Zhao lowered his eyelids and held his phone: "Sorry, no need."

After the phone call ended, the air in the room seemed to freeze.

Shen Yanci remained in the same position, a shimmering shadow lingering in the hollow of his collarbone, his Adam's apple bobbing with difficulty.

"Sorry, I thought—"

I thought it was my dream.

"What did you think?" Her expression and voice were both cold. "Did you think I was Liang Shiyu?"

She pursed her lips and stood up.

They were as distant as they could possibly be.

Shen Yanci grabbed her wrist: "It has nothing to do with anyone else, I was just delirious from the fever."

He still has a fever.

Qin Zhao's fingers curled up slightly.

My phone rang at that moment.

Qin Qiong: "Zhaozhao, why haven't you come back yet? Is Yanci at home?"

Qin Zhao hummed in agreement: "He... he has a fever."

"Is it serious? Should we go to the hospital?"

Qin Zhao: "I'll have Uncle Li take him to the hospital." He gave a few more instructions before hanging up.

Qin Zhao glanced at him; his face still showed signs of weakness.

After she finished her phone call with Uncle Li, she went outside.

He was left alone in the room.

My stomach started to spasm, and the pain I had just forgotten came rushing back.

When Qin Zhao returned, he was sitting on the sofa with his legs naturally apart, one hand covering his stomach, and his head hanging down.

His shoulders were broad, and the dim light enveloped him, making him appear exceptionally lonely.

Qin Zhao placed the water glass on the coffee table: "Are you alright?"

Shen Yanci paused for a moment, then looked up at her.

His eyes were unusually bright because of the fever.

He lowered his eyelids slightly and parted his thin lips: "Not good."

"Qin Zhao,"

"I'm not feeling well."

He looked at her, his eyes moist with a sickly moisture, all his vulnerability, grievances, grievances, and accusations gathered in those dark eyes.

Qin Zhao: "Then let's go to the hospital."

"..."

She stretched her hand forward slightly, then lowered it back to her trouser seam: "Can you walk?"

Shen Yanci looked at her weakly.

Qin Zhao went over and took his arm. Shen Yanci, with his eyelids closed, glanced at her, put his arm on her shoulder, and leaned against her weakly.

Qin Zhao pursed his lips. So heavy.

Her physical strength wasn't as good as before after she started taking the medication.

She held the hand that was on her shoulder, and with her other hand she supported his waist, and slowly led him downstairs.

She said, "Hold on tight, it's not my fault if you fall."

Her face was inches away, a strand of hair brushing against his nose in the wind.

She helped him into the car and asked Uncle Li to close the door.

Shen Yanci lowered his eyelids: "Am I going to the hospital alone?"

Uncle Li: "..."

Qin Zhao: "Your door is not closed."

She went back, took his coat, and closed the door.

He wasn't in a good state; his brows were furrowed, his eyes were closed, and his face was turned towards her.

Qin Zhao pursed his lips: "Uncle Li, hurry up a bit."

"it is good."

The car was moving at a steady speed on the road.

Shen Yanci tilted his head and leaned against Qin Zhao's shoulder.

His breath was hot, and since Qin Zhao wasn't wearing a scarf, his breath hit her skin, causing small bumps to form. She shrank her neck and moved slightly to the side.

Shen Yanci, with his eyelids half-closed, said an apology in a hoarse voice and sat up straight with determination.

Qin Zhao: "..."

The test results are in: acute gastroenteritis.

I need an IV drip.

Fortunately, the private hospital was very efficient and quickly arranged a suite and medication.

They even thoughtfully prepared a meal.

Qin Zhao first called Qin Qiong to explain the situation and told her not to worry.

After hanging up the phone, she looked at Shen Yanci, who was lying down: "Do you want to eat something?"

Shen Yanci glanced at the dinner, drooped his eyelids, and thought for a few seconds: "Never mind, I don't want to move."

Uncle Li just returned. Qin Zhao asked, "Uncle Li, have you eaten?"

"have eaten."

"Could you feed Shen Yanci?"

"..."

Uncle Li paused for a moment, then smiled and said, "Sure."

Uncle Li fed Shen Yanci two spoonfuls, and Shen Yanci cleared his throat and took the spoon: "I can do it myself."

The food was light, but healthy and nutritious. Qin Zhao ate at the table next to him.

Shen Yanci didn't bring his phone when he arrived, so Uncle Li went back to get it for him.

The room was empty except for the two of them; the only sound was the air conditioner.

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A little kiss, the next chapter will be tomorrow.
If you haven't seen each other for two and a half years, and then you kiss passionately after only one month of reunion, do you think that's too fast?
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