Chapter 848 Be Good to Me, Yeah

After dinner, the entire Zhou family mansion fell into silence. Night fell and it was time to go to bed.

Leng Zhiyuan slept on the sofa, covered with a thin quilt. Although she closed her eyes, she couldn't sleep, and the words of the man kept echoing in her ears.

He was lying on the bed, and she couldn't hear his breathing, and she didn't know whether he was asleep or not. Was he tossing and turning like her?

Leng Zhiyuan got up at night. She walked to the bed and took a look. She saw that the man on the bed was sweating. She reached out and touched it. He had a fever.

The doctor hurried over and gave him an injection. This was a high fever caused by wound infection. Men don't get sick all year round, but once they get sick, it's scary, and the temperature almost soars to 42 degrees Celsius.

"Mrs. Zhou, Major General Zhou's fever will subside soon. This middle of the night is critical. Mrs. Zhou can put a towel on the Major General's forehead. When the Major General wakes up, he must drink more water." The doctor warned.

"Okay, thank you doctor."

The doctor walked out.

Leng Zhiyuan got a cold towel and put it on the man's forehead, but he was lying on his stomach. How to put it there? There was no other way. Leng Zhiyuan had to sit on the edge of the bed and hold it with his hands.

Time passed by minute by minute, and soon it was early morning. Leng Zhiyuan, who had not slept all night, was leaning on the bedside, feeling a little dozed off.

At this time, a hot palm pressed down on her little hand, and her hand and towel fell down directly. Zhou Yao weakly raised his eyelids and asked, "What are you doing?"

Leng Zhiyuan opened her sleepy eyes. The light in the room was dim, which made her voice soft, "I put a towel on you, but it always falls off."

Zhou Yao rolled his eyes at her weakly, "Can't you tie a cloth or something on my head?"

Oh, right.

Leng Zhiyuan's eyes lit up.

Zhou Yao's face was pale, and his neat short hair on his forehead was stained with sweat and looked damp, but his bun line was still clear, showing his usual cold and cold look.

Leng Zhiyuan glanced at him. Somehow, she thought he looked good when he was sick, like a noble man.

"I'll get you a glass of water." She stood up and went to pour the water.

Putting the water glass to his lips, she said softly, "The doctor told you to drink more water, drink it quickly."

Zhou Yao moved a little. He didn't know if it was because of physical discomfort, but he frowned directly. In addition, the lying position was not suitable for drinking water. He waved his hand, "Get away!"

Leng Zhiyuan found it funny. Why was he so childish when he was sick?

"No, you must drink water. This will reduce the fever quickly." She insisted.

He directly raised his head and glared at her, annoyed, "How can I drink? You feed me?"

It was originally an angry remark, but when their eyes met, there was a spark in someone's eyes.

"Feed me!" He changed the question into an affirmative.

"What a beautiful thought! I won't drink it until I'm down!" Leng Zhiyuan turned around and left. She felt as if her face was burning up little by little.

But her wrist was clasped again, and the man pulled her down on the bed again. He turned slightly sideways, not pressing the wound, but he was face to face with her. He glanced at the water glass in her hand, and then looked at it again. Looking at her red lips, he urged, "Feed me!"

How to feed it?

"Unhygienic!" she refused.

"I don't dislike you."

Leng Zhiyuan:…

This man!

"If you don't feed me, I won't drink. Anyway, I'm sick, so you'll take care of me. You'll take care of me for the day I'm sick..."

"Okay, let me feed you." Leng Zhiyuan hesitated for a long time before taking a sip of water, and then she put her red lips on it.

Zhou Yao enjoyed her initiative. His lips were very chapped due to the high fever, but her red lips were as moist as cotton candy, which just quenched his thirst.

After drinking a sip of water, she wanted to leave, but he didn't let her go and directly opened his mouth to capture her lips.

"Hmm!" Leng Zhiyuan's eyes widened.

Zhou Yao closed his eyes and tasted her sweetness. The silly woman stared at him and forgot to grit her teeth. He immediately got in and hooked her. She trembled and tried to escape. He held her with one of his strong arms and pulled her away. She held him in her arms.

Leng Zhiyuan was very angry, she knew he would be like this, he would not take advantage of it, he was a gangster.

She reached out and hit him.

He ignored it and only focused on his own comfort. The injured man's lips and teeth were very strong, as if her mouth was jelly. He sucked hard, and after a while, she felt her lips were numb.

This woman was much more obedient than before. Zhou Yao let go of her slightly and kissed her instead, "What's so good about Ye Ziyi?"

Leng Zhiyuan found it funny. How could he still think about Ye Ziyi when it had been so long?

"Isn't he just a handsome young man who looks warm in the sun and is a gentleman and elegant? What's the use of that? He can only coax little girls. Just keep your eyes open and watch. I'm better than him a hundred times a thousand times. "

Leng Zhiyuan wanted to laugh at this narcissistic and arrogant man.

At this time, he kissed her snow-white earlobe and said, "Fellow me, okay?"

Do you like me?

Leng Zhiyuan was shocked. This was the first time he said such straightforward words to her.

"Did you hear that?" Seeing that she didn't respond, he opened his mouth and bit her earlobe, threatening in a low voice, "If you dare to be nice to him, I won't make it easy for you!"

How could he be like this? He even used threats.

Are other men like him?

Leng Zhiyuan reached out and pushed him away, stuffing the water glass into his arms, "You can drink it yourself, I'm going to bed."

She lay on the sofa again.

Zhou Yao looked at the figure on the sofa and drank the warm water in the cup in big gulps. "Hey, Leng Zhiyuan, I'm not kidding. If you push me to the limit, I can do anything. If you really run away with Ye Ziyi, I will drive my car like a tank to the Ye family. Don't think you will have a good life."

Leng Zhiyuan closed her eyes and listened to the man's rude but... overbearing words. She slowly raised the corners of her lips.

...

Zhou Yao's injury healed quickly and he could get out of bed on the third day. Leng Zhiyuan didn't see him when she got up in the morning, and she still didn't see him after breakfast.

She wondered, where did he go?

At this time, a servant ran over, "Madam, the young master is waiting for you on the lawn in the back garden. The young master asked you to go quickly."

What was he doing again?

Leng Zhiyuan went to the lawn in the back garden.

At this time, Zhou Yao came over wearing a thin dark grey V-neck sweater. He was holding a beautiful kite in his hand. He put the kite into her hand and said, "Here you go."

Leng Zhiyuan quickly pulled the string of the kite. She frowned and said, "What are you doing?"

"How can you talk like that? Don't girls like to fly kites? I'll take you to fly a kite."

Fly a kite?

Leng Zhiyuan was stunned. She had never played with a kite since she was a child. Besides, was this man so idle that he took her to fly a kite? Was this something they would do?

Both of them had guns in their hands.