Only then did she vaguely remember that, yes, he was a doctor of medicine who graduated from Princeton, and his appearance was quite professional.
Murong Qingzhen turned around and picked up the cell phone in his pocket. In a very calm tone, he called someone to send antipyretics immediately. Then after putting down the phone, he went to the next room and changed into dry clothes.
Jiang Zimo was still curled up in a ball, and the high temperature made her whole body tremble. She felt him standing in the darkness in front of the bed for a while, then took off his shirt and pants and got on the bed. He stretched out his arms to lift his hands, which were still trembling.
She pulled her body closer to his embrace, and out of habit, he embedded his chin into the depression of her collarbone. There was no struggle, no ambiguity, no entanglement, no intrusion... He sat on the deep purple velvet satin European-style carved bed.
□□Embraced her tenderly.
The luxurious lace curtain trembled slightly above the head.
His unique woody masculine fragrance is everywhere in his breath.
Threads and threads, everywhere.
He closed his eyes and said nothing, and even though she was confused, she didn't want to speak.
Her cold body gradually warmed up under his warmth, and she was still trembling slightly, but his breath and embrace made her despair and helplessness suddenly no longer fearful.
But she knew that this embrace was not his.
This light woody masculine fragrance is not him either.
It wasn't him who was so rough and cruel to her before.
Such a warm and powerful invasion was not from him...
~This embrace, this embrace of a man she doesn't love, cannot give her the support she wants.
But what about the man she loves? Bai Yanbing... He doesn't want her anymore.
Jiang Zimo shivered in his arms, and then she pressed closer to him.
After a while, someone knocked on the door. Murong Qingzhen let her go and stood up. He moved very gently, fearing that too much movement would leak the warm breath from the newly heated quilt. He opened the door and took the hand from the servant.
Ginger soup and antipyretic medicine, he returned to the bed, sat on the edge of the bed, raised her weak body with one hand, and brought the ginger soup and medicine to her mouth.
She closed her eyes and refused to open her mouth, refusing to swallow.
The ginger soup was very hot and spicy. Jiang Zimo frowned intuitively when he smelled the smell.
She tilted her head to one side, wanting to reject the burning heat, but he wouldn't let her.
"Drink it." He used a commanding tone, with an element of threat. He had never used this tone towards her before.
She turned her head, trying to break away from his hand and fall onto the bed. But the next second, his lips were already on her.
It was a hot and scorching kiss, and the spicy ginger juice followed the tip of his tongue and forced it between her lips and teeth. There was no room for rejection.
She was forced to drink several mouthfuls of ginger juice, and then he let her go, brought the bowl to her lips, and whispered: "Drink it yourself."
She finally raised her eyes to look at him, but for a moment she quietly lowered her eyes, choosing to obey as a last resort.
The ginger juice was very spicy. After drinking it, he handed her a glass of warm water. A few pills felt warm in his palm, and her cold fingertips slid across his palm, trembling as if she couldn't hold it.
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In the end, he gave her pills, drank warm water, and supported her body to lie down.
Then, he did not continue to lie beside her, but stood alone by the window, looking at the night outside through a thin window screen.