Daddy, Mommy Ran Away - Chapter 204 - Snuggling into the Quilt
A peculiar emotion gently flowed through her heart, akin to a fluttering sensation. She distinctly felt the three layers of cold ice encasing her heart suddenly melt away at this moment.
Her heart beat strangely, as if a little white rabbit was nestled within, her gaze almost drawn to his deep, wine-like eyes, her face burning with a fiery heat.
At this moment, she felt incredibly embarrassed and ashamed. Lowering her eyes, she noticed the bloodstains on his shirt, feeling even more mortified.
Leng Qiuling said nothing and lay down, burying herself entirely under the quilt.
“Ling’er, what’s wrong? Are you feeling unwell?” Zhan Tianxiang was startled by her sudden action and reached out to lift her quilt, but her small hands clung tightly.
“I’m fine, don’t worry about me, I’m really okay.” Oh heavens, she couldn’t digest the fact that such a high and mighty man would buy her sanitary napkins. Imagining the strange looks he must have received, her heart raced even faster, as if it would leap out.
She felt too embarrassed to face anyone.
“Is your stomach still hurting? I’ll call the doctor.” Zhan Tianxiang looked anxious.
“I’m really fine, it doesn’t hurt anymore.” Qiuling poked her head out, looking somewhat embarrassed, “No need to trouble the doctor.”
“Really not hurting? If you feel uncomfortable, remember to tell me, I’ll stay here with you.” Zhan Tianxiang paused at the door, turning to look at her, “I’ll call the nurse to change the medication, you rest for a bit.”
Once the door closed, Leng Qiuling quickly uncovered herself and got out of bed, opening the bag. Inside were about ten packs of different brands of sanitary napkins and some underwear, her face reddening further. She grabbed a pack of sanitary napkins and dashed into the bathroom.
When Zhan Tianxiang returned with the nurse, he found the room empty and immediately panicked. But seeing the bathroom door closed and the light on, he relaxed.
Leng Qiuling only heard him return. After changing her sanitary napkin, she sat on the toilet, her face red enough to drip blood, fretting over how to come out.
Why did he come back so quickly? How could she go out feeling awkward and uneasy? Until-
“Knock knock… Ling’er, are you done?” It had been twenty minutes already, and she still hadn’t come out. Zhan Tianxiang couldn’t help but knock on the door.
“Mm…” After holding back for a long time, she squeezed out a monosyllable from her chest.
Lowering her head, she opened the door, her eyes meeting a pair of black leather shoes, with some water stains and mud on them.
Leng Qiuling didn’t glance at him, just dashed past him, snuggling back into the quilt, wrapping herself tightly.
With the nurse having changed the medication, the room was left with just the two of them, somewhat quiet, somewhat eerie. Leng Qiuling remained bundled in the quilt.
“Ling’er, don’t wrap yourself up, you’ll suffocate.” Zhan Tianxiang pulled the quilt away with his large hand.
“Ah… don’t…” Opening her eyes, the light was somewhat dazzling. Leng Qiuling slightly opened her eyes, looking at the man’s handsome face, her already flushed cheeks turning even redder, like a big apple.
Zhan Tianxiang leaned slightly, his gaze falling on her blushing face: “Ling’er, you’re blushing.” His tone was somewhat teasing, somewhat ambiguous.
“No… I’m not…” Her small hand hurriedly touched her cheek, finding it indeed burning hot, feeling even more embarrassed, “It’s getting late, you should go back…”
“No,” he refused without thinking, “I’m not leaving, I want to stay here with you.”
His gaze fixated on her. Knowing she hadn’t had a man in her life for years, he no longer wanted to let go, planning to cling to her shamelessly for a lifetime.
Heaven knows, the warmth of his gaze seemed to iron every inch of her skin, making her lower her eyes in panic, noticing he was still wearing those wet clothes, her brows furrowing: “Didn’t you buy clothes for yourself?”
“Mm.” He had forgotten earlier.
“You’ll catch a cold like this.” Her heart faintly ached with concern.
The next second.
“Ah! What are you doing!” Her eyes widened in shock, watching him elegantly remove his shirt, revealing his muscular chest, the lean and strong contours clearly defined, indicating he worked out regularly.
She always knew he had a great physique, but she hadn’t expected him to undress in front of her.
“Weren’t you worried I’d catch a cold?” He said innocently, yet his lips curled with a teasing smile, “This way, I won’t catch a cold.”
Leng Qiuling turned her face away, not looking at him: “Put on dry clothes quickly.”
“I forgot to buy clothes for myself.”
“Then wear mine first.” She remembered he had bought her pajamas.
“No, I’ll just wrap myself in the quilt, no one will see.” Before the words were finished, Leng Qiuling felt the bed beside her sink, and she was enveloped in a broad embrace.
“Ah…” Her body trembled suddenly, “What are you doing? Get off!”
“I have no clothes to wear, do you want me to freeze to death?” He said with extreme innocence, though his heart felt otherwise.
Leng Qiuling was at a loss for words.
Her body was held from behind by the man, her petite frame pressed closely against his chest, her heart pounding.
How long had it been since she had been this close to a man? This familiar yet unfamiliar feeling scared her, yet her heart secretly developed an inexplicable attachment, making it hard to kick him off the bed.
“Why don’t you wear my pajamas first?” She knew he had bought pajamas for her.
“No, your clothes are so small, how could I wear them?” He pouted slightly, somewhat sulkily. Indeed, her clothes were small, she was even smaller, his arms wrapped around her waist, almost able to encircle her completely with one arm, she had become so thin.
“Then let go.” She compromised.
“No, I’ll never let go.” “The quilt is too small.”
“But…” Her body squirmed uncomfortably.
“Don’t move.” The man’s rough voice sounded by her ear, startling her into stillness.
Because she sensitively noticed the man’s body stiffen, the temperature rising, almost scorching the skin pressed against him. The man’s rough voice and heavy breathing conveyed a message.
She dared not move.
“Sleep, you must be tired, I just want to hold you like this.”
Rolling her eyes, in this situation, how could she sleep?
Holding tightly, neither spoke, as if both had fallen asleep. In reality, both were wide awake.
“Ling’er, can you give me another chance?”