"Well, I often work overtime, sometimes all night long." Zhuang Licheng replied calmly, looking straight ahead.
He drove the car as quickly as possible to the nearest villa in the east district of the city.
He thought that the pain in his stomach would soon pass, but when he and Lin Jiyue got out of the car, the pain continued unabated.
A thin layer of cold sweat broke out on Zhuang Licheng's forehead. He covered his stomach with his hand, handed the key to Lin Jiyue, and motioned for her to open the door.
Lin Jiyue was looking at this very large villa, which was more than ten times larger than her home. It was not until Zhuang Licheng handed her the key that she came to her senses and hurriedly came over to support him.
As expected, the interior of the villa is very luxuriously decorated. It's resplendent. When the lights are turned on, it's brightly lit.
However, this place is obviously not his home. When he opens the door, it is not popular at all. It has obviously not been lived in for a long time.
As soon as Zhuang Licheng entered the living room, he fell down on the leather sofa, took out his cell phone with difficulty, and endured the pain to make a call to his private doctor.
After hanging up the phone, Lin Jiyue looked at him anxiously: "Does it hurt?"
Zhuang Licheng no longer had the strength to speak, so he rolled his eyes at her and closed his eyes.
Lin Jiyue realized that her question was a bit redundant, but apart from being worried and anxious, she could not help him. If she could take his pain instead of watching him in pain, she would be willing to share his pain.
"Do you often feel pain like this?" She put her hand on his stomach and rubbed it gently for him.
He didn't know whether it was because of her gentle and caring words or because she was rubbing with just the right amount of force, but Zhuang Licheng felt a warmth flow into his heart.
He raised his eyes, took a deep look at her, and then stretched out his arms to pull Lin Jiyue in front of him, hugging her tightly without giving her any chance to resist.
Burying his head on her soft chest, breathing in the sweet fragrance of her body, it seemed that the pain immediately subsided a bit.
"you……"
Lin Jiyue's face turned red all of a sudden, and she looked at Zhuang Licheng who suddenly hugged her at a loss. The actions of the two of them at this time were really ambiguous, but she couldn't push him away, and it seemed that it wouldn't work if she didn't push him away.
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Lin Jiyue raised her hand in the air and put it down again. He seemed to be in real pain, so she just let him hug her like this and indulge herself for once.
Lin Jiyue hated herself for being so soft-hearted and repetitive. Why was she always so hard-hearted every time she faced Zhuang Licheng?
She should push him away, she is his brother's girlfriend, and it is really inappropriate for them to hug each other like this.
But now, she let him hold her and bury his head in her chest, but she couldn't bear to push him away.
When the private doctor arrived, the two of them maintained this hugging position.
If it weren't for Lin Jiyue's blushing explanation, the private doctor almost thought she was Zhuang Licheng's woman.
Lin Jiyue explained Zhuang Licheng's situation to the doctor.
The doctor immediately examined him, prescribed medicine, and gave him an injection.
During this period, Lin Jiyue had been by his side, accompanying him silently.
After everything was over, Zhuang Licheng turned his head to see her, raised a weak smile on his lips, and stretched out his hand to her.
Out of instinct, Lin Jiyue held his hand naturally without thinking too much. She felt that he was shaking, and her heart was also shaking.
Zhuang Licheng said with difficulty in a hoarse voice: "Stay... stay... with me..."