CHAPTER 552: CHAPTER 550: WANT TO HOLD

The woman’s soft, warm hand resting on his eyelids felt exceptionally comfortable. Coupled with how the body easily tires after a fever, the tension that had strung him tight all day eased, and Jinghen quickly fell asleep.

Listening to the man’s even breathing, Wen Qiao slowly removed her hand.

Her fingertips traced through the air, from his forehead, down the bridge of his nose, and finally, gently tapped his lips, whispering softly, "Idiot."

-

Early the next morning, Feng Li arrived on time at the door of the hospital room as instructed by Jinghen. Just as he was about to knock, his eyes caught a glimpse of the scene inside through the window and he paused in surprise.

How come the sick person was sitting on a chair, while the one who came to take care of the patient was sprawled out on the bed, sound asleep?

Sitting in the chair and feigning sleep, Jinghen keenly sensed someone’s gaze upon him. He opened his eyes and looked towards the door, slowly relaxing his furrowed brow when he saw it was Feng Li.

Seeing his boss awake, Feng Li raised his arm and pointed to his wristwatch through the glass of the hospital room door, reminding him that time was up and it was time to go.

Jinghen looked away, glanced at Wen Qiao sleeping soundly on the bed, sighed, stood from the chair, and began gently patting her back, "Qiaoqiao, time to get up."

"Hmm?"

Wen Qiao, still half-asleep, murmured a response, raising a finger, "Just a little longer, just a bit..."

Watching her cute, flushed cheeks, Jinghen felt his heart turn into a puddle of mush.

If he didn’t know how much she loved and valued her career, he’d actually be very reluctant to wake her.

He pinched Wen Qiao’s cheek, "You have a recording this morning; if you don’t get up now, you’ll be late."

"Recording?" Wen Qiao became a little more alert, squinting as she got out of bed, "I can’t be late for that."

Jinghen helped her sit on the edge of the bed, knelt down, slipped her shoes on her, and just as he stood up, ready to take her to the en suite bathroom to freshen up, she opened her arms towards him, "I want a hug."

Jinghen was taken aback.

In the brief moment he was stunned, Wen Qiao already leaned forward, and Jinghen, reacting quickly, caught her in his arms.

He draped her arm over his shoulder, one hand around her legs and the other supporting her bottom, carrying her to the bathroom like a child.

Feng Li, who had been peering through the glass door, shook his head at the sight.

He thought to himself that President Fu should have gotten sick a bit sooner.

Why did he have to wait so long?

As he was thinking this, the door was suddenly pulled open from the inside.

Jinghen reached out a hand toward him, "The stuff."

Feng Li handed over the plastic bag he was carrying.

Watching the door close once again, Feng Li had only one thought in mind—

Thank goodness he hadn’t been leaning against the door; otherwise, if he had fallen onto the Boss Lady, he really would have had to pack up and go home.

-

Jinghen carried Wen Qiao into the bathroom, pulled a clean towel out to lay on the washstand for her to sit on.

He found toothpaste and a toothbrush among the toiletries bought by Feng Li.

After squeezing out the toothpaste, he held the toothbrush to her mouth, "Time to brush your teeth."

Wen Qiao didn’t even lift a hand, just opened her mouth.

"..."

Jinghen bent down, carefully brushing her teeth, wary of applying too much pressure and hurting her gums.

Feeling that he had brushed enough, Jinghen handed her a cup of water, "Rinse."