Chapter 300: Chapter 300: Why did he kiss her so uncontrollably? Chapter 300: Chapter 300: Why did he kiss her so uncontrollably? Throughout the night, Tang Yu’s sleep was muddled and difficult to bear.

When awake, she found herself missing Ye Sihan’s broad chest even more.

As the sky brightened outside in the morning, Tang Yu dragged her heavy body out of bed.

Suddenly, a wave of dizziness and light-headedness overcame her, and she fell to the ground—

“Ugh!” Tang Yu lay on the floor, taking a moment to ease the dizziness before slowly getting up.

But then she collapsed back onto the bed, completely drained of strength.

Tang Yu touched her forehead, which was burning hot… Why wasn’t the medicine working? It seemed to be getting worse.

She reached for her phone to call Ye Sihan.

Because other than him, she had no family to rely on…

She managed to make the call with great difficulty, but no one answered.

The phone slipped from her powerless hand. Tang Yu turned her face, tears dripping from the corners of her eyes.

Feeling terrible, Ye Sihan…

Tang Yu, feverish and confused, fell asleep again.

She was not sure how long she slept before being woken by the ringtone of her phone.

Tang Yu grimaced in pain, turned over to grab her phone, and answered groggily.

It was Chen Xindian’s voice on the line, “Miss Tang, when will you come to the studio? You gave us gifts the other time, and today the colleagues are getting together for a meal. They asked me to invite you, will you come?”

“I… can’t go,” Tang Yu’s throat hurt so much she was on the verge of tears. No wonder her fever wouldn’t break; the inflammation in her respiratory tract hadn’t subsided.

“Miss Tang, what’s wrong? Don’t you feel well?”

“Um… Xindian, could you… could you get me some antipyretic medicine…” Tang Yu asked with difficulty.

“Alright, I’ll go buy some right now.”

“Thank you…” Tang Yu’s hand dropped, her eyelids closing weakly.

At least, someone was getting her medicine, so she wouldn’t die of fever in her rented room.

Tang Yu drifted back into unconsciousness, not knowing how long it had been when she felt someone approach her bed.

Thinking it was Chen Xindian, she no longer had any strength, and with her eyes closed, she rasped, “Just leave the medicine…”

Ye Sihan stood by the bed, looking at Tang Yu with her small face burning red, his dark eyes sharp and shadowy.

Xu Yu turned and exited the room.

Tang Yu, preparing to get up and take the medicine later, was lifted by someone. A low voice came from above her, “Open your mouth.”

With her consciousness unclear, Tang Yu obediently opened her mouth.

A pill was inserted, and she was fed water to swallow it down.

Swallowing hurt her throat, causing her to whimper and weakly burrow into Ye Sihan’s warm embrace.

She didn’t know why there was a source of warmth, she just instinctively wanted to absorb it.

Ye Sihan didn’t move, his gaze softening as he looked at her before lifting her face.

Her burning fever made even her lips appear a vivid red, looking incredibly pitiful.

“Considering the child, I naturally won’t let you die,” he said, his voice husky.

All of this was because of the child, unrelated to anything else.

Tang Yu slept, not hearing what Ye Sihan had said.

An hour after taking the fever-reducing medicine, she began to sweat and wanted to throw off the covers.

But every time she tried to remove the blanket, it was promptly placed back over her, and eventually, she couldn’t take it off at all.

Tang Yu muttered discontentedly in her mouth, turning over and becoming slightly more conscious.

Yet all she could think about was the medicine, “Where’s the medicine…”

Her mind wanted to move, but her body couldn’t follow through, so she just kept lying there.

Then she seemed to hear the door close; was it just a dream?

She felt herself being picked up, covered in blankets, and leaning against a firm and warm presence, so stable.

“Open your mouth.”

Tang Yu didn’t move, a finger forcing its way between her lips, prying her teeth apart.

Once her mouth was forced open, a fragrant rice porridge was fed into it.

“Swallow it.”

Tang Yu instinctively swallowed.

After she was fed about half a bowl, her head tilted, and she fell asleep again.

When she woke up again, it was already the next morning.

Tang Yu opened her eyes, there was still a sickly pallor on her face, her head ached, and her body felt weak.

But at least she felt much better than yesterday.

The room was warm, the door was open, it wasn’t cold as she had expected, but actually quite cozy.

Had she forgotten to close the living room?

Tang Yu sat up, her feet just about to touch the floor when a dark figure that appeared in her field of vision made her freeze.

A tall figure, deep and imposing, exerting an invisible pressure.

Approaching the bed, requiring Tang Yu to look up.

“Don’t recognize me?”

Tang Yu was still pondering whether she was dreaming when the person in her dream spoke, and she realized that the man before her was real.

“You…” She hurried to her feet, her yet-to-recover body weakly lunging forward, plunging straight into Ye Sihan’s chest, which made her gasp in shock, staring blankly at the man’s handsome yet indifferent face so close to hers, “…why are you here?”

Ye Sihan’s dark eyes narrowed, showing no emotion, “Wasn’t it you who asked for the medicine to be delivered?”

Tang Yu’s mind was a mess. She remembered answering a call when she felt almost burned to death from the fever—had it been from Ye Sihan?

She felt a little wronged, “You didn’t have to deliver it…”

Who was it that made her end up like this?

“Don’t die in a rental house, scaring the child,” Ye Sihan’s face displayed a perfunctory expression.

Tears welled up in Tang Yu’s eyes as she looked at him, then she moved away from his support, standing upright, “Thank you. You can go now…”

Ye Sihan watched her lower her gaze, her demeanor anxious and tense, and said nothing as he turned and left the room.

He had taken only a few steps out of the room when footsteps came from behind, followed by an impact; his waist was embraced.

“Don’t go, brother, don’t go…” Tang Yu cried with a choked voice. “Why are you treating me like this? What did I do wrong, can’t I change for the better? I miss you so much…”

The words “I miss you so much” seemed to pierce Ye Sihan’s heart, making his body stiff, and his attitude was no longer as tough as at the beginning.

“I really miss you…” Tang Yu’s face rested against his broad back, her arms wrapped tightly around his sturdy waist, fearing he would leave. When her wrist was seized and yanked away, her voice was urgent and tearful, “Don’t… brother…”

She pleaded through tears, but her arms were still pried apart by that powerful grip.

Ye Sihan turned around, not letting go of her arms but instead pulling her forward.

Tang Yu’s feeble body drew closer, her pale face looking up at the man approaching her, tears on her cheeks, her eyes brimming with them, full of unease.

Ye Sihan released her arms, his large hand cradling the back of her head, leaning down, his lips fiercely capturing her slightly dry lips due to illness—

“Mmm…” Tang Yu’s shock lasted only a second before her hands clung to Ye Sihan’s neck, willingly enduring his harsh, almost ferocious kiss.

Even if her lips and tongue hurt from the intensity, even if she felt she was being devoured, she did not care, as long as Ye Sihan didn’t ignore her.

It seemed not to be enough for him; Ye Sihan pressed Tang Yu against the hard wall, confining her entire body, and continued kissing her fiercely.

“Mmmm… ah…” Tang Yu’s body went limp from the kiss. If not for a strong arm encircling her waist, she would have slid to the floor. “Mmm!”

When she felt like she was about to suffocate to death, her lips, now swollen from the kiss, were finally released.

Tang Yu gasped for air, her head spinning even more, leaning weakly against Ye Sihan’s chest.

She heard Ye Sihan’s heavy breathing and his rapidly beating heart.

Dazed, she thought, Ye Sihan must like her—otherwise, why would he kiss her so uncontrollably? Why would his reaction be so strong?

Tang Yu’s hand gently rested on the spot over Ye Sihan’s heart, where the rhythm of its beating was erratic.

Wasn’t this the most straightforward expression of his feelings?

The two embraced for a long while without moving. When Tang Yu could hardly stand any longer, she was lifted, her body lightened, as she was brought back to the bed.

As Ye Sihan straightened up, his coat was tugged.

“Are you leaving?” Tang Yu asked urgently.