Stop Messing Around, Mr Bo!

Exerting some force in his grip, he pulled Shen Fanxing into his embrace.

“You—”

Shen Fanxing pressed her hands on his shoulders as she panicked slightly.

“Don’t move.”

Bo Jinchuan’s voice had already been low and hoarse since this morning. Now that he was right in front of her, she could even hear the dryness in his voice.

She didn’t move anymore.

The hairdryer was turned on quietly. Bo Jinchuan tested the heat using his hand. He smiled again when he saw the woman with her head lowered in his arms.

His fingers moved close to the top of her head, and he felt the slight tremble of the woman.

Gently stroking her hair, the heat of the hairdryer passed through the gaps between his fingers.

It seemed like though a long time had passed while Bo Jinchuan patiently ran his fingers through her hair.

When her hair became dry and fluffy, Bo Jinchuan turned off the hairdryer, and silence surrounded them.

The scent of her shampoo and shower gel enveloped around them.

In the quiet room, the scent seemed to intensify as it teased silently while diffusing around the space slowly.

Bo Jinchuan’s hand remained in her hair.

“You’re unwell and yet you’re running around with your wet hair. Don’t you feel sick enough?”

“I… forgot.”

How could Shen Fanxing tell him honestly that she had fled after seeing the mark he left on her neck?

“You forgot? That’s not enough.”

Shen Fanxing bit her lip and tried to get away from Bo Jinchuan’s embrace.

At this time, Bo Jinchuan retracted his knee intentionally, causing her hip to slide off his knee.

She instinctively reached out to grab onto the shoulders of the man as she tried to prevent herself from falling.

Bo Jinchuan chuckled lightly as his arm went around her waist. His husky and hoarse voice sounded seductively.

“If you’re trying to tease me, you need to find an appropriate timing. Don’t you realize how dangerous it is for you to throw yourself into my ams early in the morning?”

Shen Fanxing paused and after comprehending his meaning, her ears turned red.

“It was obviously you…”

Light amusement lit up Bo Jinchuan’s eyes.

“Don’t worry, I’m sick now. I won’t do anything to you.”

Shen Fanxing looked at him silently for a while before scrambling to get off his lap.

“Even if you’re not sick, you can’t do anything to me… Hurry up and eat your breakfast and medicine.”

Shen Fanxing turned and walked towards the door. She wore a plain white nightgown and her slender legs were striking.

Bo Jinchuan stood up.

The door that Shen Fanxing had just opened, was pushed back by his hand.

When the door was pushed, Shen Fanxing didn’t have time to react before a warm chest pressed tightly against her back.

“Stay and accompany me.”

Unexpectedly, Shen Fanxing’s heart raced even faster!

With his lips by her ear, his deep voice seemed to travel through her skin and into her ears.

His warm breath landed on the back of her ear, causing her to shrink back slightly.

“I… haven’t taken my medicine.”

Bo Jinchuan had already grabbed her wrist before he turned and pulled her back to the room. He led her to the couch.

“I have the medicine here. We can take it together.”

He paused and the smile in his eyes deepened.

“Without a doubt, we have the same illness.”

Shen Fanxing turned her head to one side.

“How do I accompany you? I think you should have a good sleep after your breakfast and your medicine.”

“Then sleep with me.”

She was speechless…

Shen Fanxing frowned and turned to look at him sternly.

Bo Jinchuan broke into laughter as he stood up and ran his hand through her hair.

“You just have to sit here obediently.”