GBP Chapter 108 Uncomfortable
Chapter 108 Uncomfortable
Last week, in the chilly cemetery, Ye Wanqing was caught in a heavy rain, soaking her clothes. Before she could change her damp clothes, the cold wind took advantage and she caught a cold, causing a slight discomfort in her throat.
Today, as her physical discomfort worsened, her condition took a turn for the worse.
Lin Xuan mentioned with concern that the temperature had dropped sharply in recent days and that they needed to wear more clothes to keep warm. However, Ye Wanqing felt as if her throat was burning in flames, causing unbearable pain, and even speaking became a luxury.
She licked her dry lips gently, her face showing an unconcealable haggardness, pain mixed with a hint of irritation. She seemed a little sensitive to Lin Xuan's kindness: "Why do you bring this up suddenly?"
Ye Wanqing reached out and took the cup of still warm tea on the table, took a sip gently, trying to relieve the burning pain in her throat.
However, that insignificant warmth did not alleviate her pain at all.
Lin Xuan noticed that Ye Wanqing's expression was getting darker and darker. "Are you really okay?"
Ye Wanqing reluctantly took another sip of tea, her voice slightly hoarse, "It's just that my throat feels a little uncomfortable."
When Lin Xuan heard this, he couldn't help but feel a little confused. He had never expected that such weather would cause her to react so strongly.
For Ye Wanqing, the cold was undoubtedly adding insult to injury.
She wanted to maintain her composure and elegance in front of Lin Xuan, but the severe pain in her throat made it impossible for her to do so. She could only let her body slowly slide to the corner of the sofa, curl up into a ball, and lean most of her weight on the armrest of the sofa.
Ye Wanqing almost completely hid herself in this small space, clenching her teeth so tightly that her gums were almost painful from being pressed, but she was completely unaware.
His originally flawless forehead was now covered with fine beads of sweat, his brows were furrowed, and his face was as pale as the first snow in winter, without a trace of blood.
The pain made her a little dazed. When she saw Lin Xuan slowly approaching, she instinctively frowned: "You should go back first. We can talk about it another day."
She really didn't have the energy to deal with him.
"it is good."
Lin Xuan agreed softly, but his hand couldn't help but stroke her slightly messy hair.
Ye Wanqing looked up and her eyes met his. His deep eyes clearly reflected her fragility and helplessness at the moment.
She took a deep breath and forced herself to sit up straight on the armrest of the sofa: "Go ahead."
Although the pain eased slightly, she still tried to keep her tone calm.
However, her pale face was too horrifying, and her lips were so pale that they were almost invisible. It was obviously far more than a simple sore throat could explain.
Lin Xuan's hand moved slightly, and then he reached out and picked her up without hesitation.
She was still holding the cooled teacup tightly in her hand, and his action caused the tea in the cup to ripple slightly, almost spilling it.
Ye Wanqing pushed his shoulder: "Lin Xuan, what are you doing?!"
The discomfort made her feel terrible, and her tone was full of irritability and dissatisfaction.
However, due to her physical weakness, her voice sounded particularly weak, with a barely perceptible tremor.
Lin Xuan picked up the windbreaker beside him and gently draped it over her shoulders: "You need to see a doctor."
"No need!"
She firmly refused: "Put me down."
Lin Xuan ignored her protest, "You look terrible."
Ye Wanqing endured the pain and stared at him coldly: "What does this have to do with you?"
Lin Xuan remained silent, but continued to hold her and walked towards the door.
Ye Wanqing struggled hard and threw her windbreaker aside. When Lin Xuan reached the entrance, she threw the teacup in her hand at him with all her strength: "I said, put me down!"
The tea splashed in the air, and Lin Xuan's clothes were instantly soaked.
The tea splashed everywhere, some of it splashed onto Ye Wanqing, while more of it flowed down Lin Xuan's chest.
Lin Xuan's expression remained calm as water. He just lowered his head and stared at her, his eyes full of determination and tenderness.
The two confronted each other for a while, and finally, Ye Wanqing was defeated due to the severe pain in her throat.
She didn't even have the energy to look at Lin Xuan.
The porcelain cup in his hand fell weakly and hit the cold ground, making a crisp and harsh sound of breaking, and fragments scattered all over the ground.
Her right hand unconsciously grabbed Lin Xuan's sleeve, cold sweat dripped down her forehead, and a few strands of hair were soaked with sweat and stuck to her cheeks, making her look particularly messy and embarrassed.
She covered her throat tightly and wanted to curl up to relieve the pain, but she was held by Lin Xuan and could only endure the unspeakable torment.
Even though the pain was unbearable, she kept repeating the words: "Let me down."
The sound was so thin that it was almost blown away by the wind.
Lin Xuan finally compromised and carefully put her back on the sofa.
As soon as she touched the soft backrest of the sofa, Ye Wanqing pushed Lin Xuan away, picked up the pillow next to her, curled up sideways, and wrapped herself tightly.
Crystal clear water droplets hung on the ends of Lin Xuan's hair, sparkling like morning dew, but with a biting chill, slowly sliding down his well-defined cheeks.
He seemed to realize, as if he had just woken up, that he had been completely drenched by Ye Wanqing's sudden action.
He slowly squatted down, pulled out a clean white handkerchief from his pocket, and wiped his face gently and casually, leaving behind a warm and firm word: "I'm here. If you decide to go to the hospital, call me anytime."
After saying that, he bent down and carefully picked up the ceramic fragments scattered on the ground, and threw each piece carefully into the trash can.
Then, he slowly returned to his original position, sat upright, the screen of his mobile phone lit up, and as his fingertips slid, he was looking for the secret recipe that could relieve Ye Wanqing's pain.
Ye Wanqing was immersed in chaos. The pain came in waves like a tide and then quietly receded. Only the sound of her own breathing seemed particularly clear in this quiet space.
She no longer cared whether Lin Xuan was still there. She only felt that time seemed to be stretched, and every second carried unspeakable pain.
The pain was like a playful child, sometimes disappearing with a smile, sometimes raging back with unbridled force, each time returning with a more intense impact. In this endless torture, Ye Wanqing gradually lost her perception of the outside world.
It wasn't until a warm hand gently rested on her shoulder that she finally emerged from her half-asleep, half-awake state. In the haze, she saw Lin Xuan still waiting beside her, and a complex emotion welled up in her heart.
"Why... are you still here?" Her voice was a little hoarse, but also more sober.
"This may help you feel better." Lin Xuan's voice was gentle and low. In his hand was a cup of freshly brewed red date ginger tea. The hot steam rose with a faint sweet and spicy aroma, warming the entire space.
Ye Wanqing took the teacup, feeling the warmth from Lin Xuan with her fingertips, and an indescribable emotion surged in her heart.
She took a sip, and the spicy taste of ginger and the sweetness of red dates intertwined together. Although she frowned slightly when she first tasted it, it soon turned into a warm current that warmed her heart and seemed to dispel some of the pain.
"I'm much better. You... can go back." Although there was a hint of alienation in her words, the tenderness in her eyes was hard to conceal.
This was the third time she suggested that Lin Xuan leave, but every time, Lin Xuan seemed to be deaf to her and stayed by her side.
Lin Xuan's eyes were deep, as if they contained thousands of words, but in the end they only turned into a simple sentence: "I'm here, it's okay."
"I want to rest." There was a hint of imperceptible fatigue in Ye Wanqing's words. Although her tone was light, it revealed an unquestionable determination.
Lin Xuan pursed his lips lightly, and finally stood up, his eyes full of reluctance: "If you need anything, feel free to find me."
"No need to see me off." Ye Wanqing held the armrest of the sofa and slowly stood up. She saw him off with a cold but polite look.
Lin Xuan's Adam's apple rolled, as if he had a thousand words to say, but in the end, after meeting Ye Wanqing's cold and distant eyes, he chose to remain silent. He turned around and walked down the stairs step by step, each step seeming particularly heavy.
His shirt had already been soaked by Ye Wanqing's glass of water. The warmth in the room made him temporarily forget the cold, but as soon as he left the villa, the biting cold wind instantly penetrated his wet clothes, making him shiver uncontrollably.
He looked back at the closed door, took a deep breath, tightened the collar of his coat, and stepped resolutely into the wind and snow.
It was really cold, but his heart was no longer so cold because of Ye Wanqing.