Sure enough, there was a knock on the door of the outer courtyard in the middle of the night. Jiang Zhe and Sannu had been tossing for a long time and just fell asleep. She had been sick for more than six months. The doctor said that proper intercourse was possible, but Jiang Zhe was precious to the child in Sannu's belly. Naturally, he couldn't.
Dare to follow your heart, but stop when you reach the end.
He had been holding it in for half the night and just as he had calmed down his desire, there was a knock on the door.
Sannu's eyelids trembled slightly and he squeaked twice, obviously about to be woken up. Jiang Zhe frowned and opened the door, his face darker than the night.
"What's up?"
The person who came was the nanny next to Aunt Zhao. She looked anxious and hurriedly saluted.
"General, my master had a high fever at night. He is still unconscious and keeps thinking about General. I dare you, General, to come over and have a look."
"Fever? Why do you have such a fever? You slaves can't even serve your master well!"
Jiang Zhe was already angry, and when he was about to fall asleep, he was woken up by someone, and all his anger was directed at his grandma.
Grandma did not dare to refute, and kept her posture even lower.
"My master has a bad stomach and cannot eat cold food. He ate a lot of fish and shrimp today and only started to feel hot at night..."
Mammy looked anxious, and her words made Jiang Zhe stop in his tracks.
"Eat fish and shrimp?"
If he guessed correctly, the fish and shrimp were cooked for Sannu in the mansion. There were not many masters in the general mansion, and there were not many dishes cooked in the kitchen. Especially Jiang Zhe didn’t like waste. Naturally, what Sannu ate would be followed by others.
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Grandma nodded in embarrassment and glanced at Jiang Zhe, as if she had finally mustered up the courage.
"Returning to the general, my mistress likes to eat mutton pot to warm her stomach in winter. She is prone to stomach problems if she eats too much fish and shrimp. She has eaten more these days. The doctor said that she saved them together and sent them out today."
After she finished speaking, she secretly glanced at Jiang Zhe's face, and sure enough, there was a flash of guilt in his eyes.
Jiang Zhe turned around and closed the door, tightened his clothes and said to his grandmother.
"I know, please go back first. I'll change my clothes and go to the inner courtyard to take a look."
"Why."
Hearing his promise, grandma felt happy and said, "Master misses the general the most. If you go, I'm sure she will wake up."
Every word in her words was filled with Aunt Zhao's admiration for Jiang Zhe. Jiang Zhe felt at ease and felt even more guilty towards Aunt Zhao.
Sannu listened to the whole story. She clenched the quilt tightly in her hands. When she heard the person turning back, she quickly regained her breath.
Jiang Zhe saw her open her eyes and rubbed them with her little hands. She looked cute and sultry, and couldn't help but tickle her nose.
"woke up?"
"Well, is sister sick?"
She asked timidly, and Jiang Zhe came closer and stroked her back.
"My mother-in-law came over and said she has a fever. I'll go check it out. You don't need to wait for me to go back to bed."
"Okay, it's cold outside. General, please hold the heater, otherwise Sannu will be worried."
Sannu straightened up, gathered up his clothes, and handed his heater over. The heater was exquisite and small, and it was a little funny for the man to hold it in his hands. But when he saw Sannu forcing it over to him, she looked like she was afraid that he would be cold.
Jiang Zhe still swallowed his rejection.
"Well, go to sleep."
Jiang Zhe tucked her in, grabbed the heater and went out.
Sannu stared at the door opening and closing until the footsteps completely disappeared in the courtyard. She leaned on the bed and touched her bulging belly, with a sarcastic smile on her lips.
They are all women in this backyard, so how could she not understand those thoughts? Aunt Zhao could not sit still because she was being favored, so she came up with such a method.
But this trick was so clever. Aunt Zhao had a fever because she ate the food prepared for her. She obviously had a bad stomach condition, but she still ate it for half a month. How could Jiang Zhe not be worried or feel guilty about this illness?
"snort."
Sang Nu shredded a handkerchief, and Aunt Zhao was already old, so why should she care about her? She had a child in her belly, so she was afraid that Aunt Zhao would take away her favor?
And she was not someone to be trifled with. The heater Jiang Zhe brought showed her possessiveness. She didn't believe Aunt Zhao wouldn't understand.
Aunt Zhao vomited several times, her face was pale, and there was sweat on her forehead. Grandma wet the handkerchief to wipe her, but her complexion did not improve at all.
"Mommy, where is your husband? I want to see him..."
Aunt Zhao was so hurt that she reluctantly opened her eyes and held her grandma's hand. Her voice was as light as a feather, but the dependence in her mouth was so heavy.
Jiang Zhe saw this scene as soon as he walked in, and his heart ached. After all, he was the woman he had doted on for more than ten years. It was impossible for Jiang Zhe to have no feelings at all.
He likes such a weak little lady, Sannu does, and Aunt Zhao naturally does too.
"I'm here, how are you? Where do you feel uncomfortable?"
Jiang Zhe took the handkerchief from Grandma's hand and stepped forward to hug Aunt Zhao. He put the heater in his hand on the table. Aunt Zhao stiffened when she saw it, but she quickly reacted.
"I have a headache, stomachache, and pain all over my body..."
Aunt Zhao hugged his waist and nestled in his arms. Her voice was a little weak, but even more lovable.
Sure enough, Jiang Zhe softened his tone and said, "What did the doctor say?"
"When I got back to the general, the doctor said that the master has a cold inside her body and needs to be taken internally and externally. The old slave has just given her medicine, and now he has asked the little maid to get the charcoal basin and soup pot. The master's body needs to be warmed up if she is cold.
OK."
"I don't want Mrs. Tang. My husband, please hug me. With my husband in my arms, I won't be cold anymore."
Aunt Zhao acted like a rogue. Although she was sick, she didn't hide her beauty. The mother's coquettishness was even more alluring than that of a little girl. A smile flashed across Jiang Zhe's eyes, and his arms hugged her even more.
Tight.
"Okay, I will hold you."
As he said that, he took off his shoes and got into the quilt. Aunt Zhao followed the heat source and pressed close to him. She rested her head on his chest and was full of attachment. Her throat was a little hoarse because she had vomited too many times. There was a kind of low sexiness in this late night.
"I miss my husband so much. If I hadn't been sick, I wouldn't have looked forward to seeing my husband. Thinking about it this way, I'm so ill. If I could see my husband often, I would rather never get better from this disease...
…”
Her tone was coquettish and caring, and Jiang Zhe's eyes widened.
"Who would curse themselves to get sick if you say something stupid?"
Aunt Zhao heard the softness in his tone, a smile of success appeared on her lips, but her arms hugged his waist tighter.
"I'm just stupid. As long as I can see my husband, the pain of being sick doesn't matter. It's better than being distressed..."
