CHAPTER 212: CHAPTER 212: DRANK IT

Ou Jue got straight to the point, "You went home?"

"Yeah, just got home not long ago. Wait, hold on—how do you know I went home?"

Ou Jue scoffed coldly, "I just know. Why did you go back so early?"

"I wasn’t feeling very well, so I took some leave and came back early."

Ou Jue paused slightly as he was flipping through a folder. His brows furrowed as he lifted his gaze, "Where do you feel unwell?"

"Just a little cold." Xia Xiyan made up a random excuse.

No, actually, it wasn’t entirely made up. She did have a bit of a cold.

She had caught a cold when she went to the beach not long ago, and now, with the change of seasons, she’d once again become a collateral victim.

Xiyan felt that she was kind of weak. Wimp wimp wimp.

"Idiot."

"What did you say?" Xiyan pouted. Does this guy have no emotional intelligence at all?

"I’m hanging up."

Listening to the busy tone on the other end, Xiyan helplessly looked at the screen.

She’d just told him she had a cold, and not only was there no concern, he even made a habit of calling her an idiot? How rude!

Fifteen minutes later, the doorbell at home rang.

Xiyan ran over.

"Ou Jue?"

Her mouth fell open wide.

"What, am I really that terrifying?" Ou Jue reached out and lifted Xiyan’s jaw shut. "Your jaw’s about to fall off."

"No, why are you here?"

"Here to admire what an idiot looks like with a cold."

"Hey!" Xiyan puffed up her cheeks. This guy must’ve come here just to annoy me!

Despite his seemingly indifferent words, Ou Jue still reached out to check Xiyan’s forehead.

No fever.

Looking at her currently lively and bustling appearance, it seemed like it wasn’t too serious.

He directly sidestepped Xiyan, walked into the house, placed the medicine he’d bought for her on the coffee table, then grabbed a cup and calmly began preparing it.

For some reason... Xiyan’s heart felt a little sweet.

He didn’t say anything, but through his actions, Xiyan felt the warmth of being cared about.

Although... his cold and distant attitude from the past few days truly hurt her.

But she couldn’t help herself. Honestly, she really liked this mouthy yet tender guy.

Xiyan walked up and began trailing behind him like a little tail. "Hmph, didn’t you say you came to admire me with a cold? Then what are you doing now? Backtracking? If you want to care about someone, does your mouth have to be so venomous? What’s so hard about saying something nice?"

Ou Jue ignored Xiyan entirely, until he finished preparing the medicine and handed it to her. "Drink it."

"No."

"This isn’t a discussion," his tone carried a command. "Drink it now."

Who catches a cold and doesn’t take medicine?

"I just won’t." Xiyan tilted her chin up, deliberately challenging Ou Jue.

"Xia Xiyan, do you think I can’t deal with you right now?"

"Anyway, I’m not drinking it. If my cold gets worse, wouldn’t that give you more days to enjoy the view?"

In a flash, Ou Jue took a sip of the medicine himself, then grabbed Xiyan’s chin and sealed her lips directly.

"Mmph..." Xiyan’s eyes widened. She absolutely didn’t expect Ou Jue to do something like this!

The slightly bitter taste of the medicine slowly transferred to her mouth, but it strangely carried a hint of sweetness.

Initially, he’d just wanted to punish this stubborn girl who defied him.

But unknowingly, he let himself forget about the idea of "punishment."

"Mmph... Ou Jue..." Xiyan wanted to push him away, but her entire body had gone soft, with no strength to resist.

Her brain started losing oxygen.

When it was over, Xiyan slumped completely into Ou Jue’s arms, her face crimson red.

Her legs had turned to jelly.

Ou Jue’s voice was husky, "Are you planning to become the first woman in the world to die from being unable to breathe during a kiss?"

Xiyan’s heart raced wildly; this guy’s deep voice was just too seductive.

Oh no, her heart felt like it was about to leap out of her chest.

"You pervert!"

He kept his expression calm. "If you don’t obediently drink the medicine, I don’t mind being a little more perverted."

"You—you—you—" Xiyan was utterly incoherent by now.

Ou Jue lightly tilted her chin. "I have plenty of ways to make you take your medicine. Or... did you want to try them all, one by one? Hmm?"

Ahhhhh, this guy! He’s driving me crazy!

Where’s the promised power reversal, the moment to rise against oppression? Ugh!

Xiyan glared at him furiously. "We’re currently nothing to each other! What gives you the right to treat me like this?"

"Oh?" Ou Jue’s tone carried an alluring lilt as he pinched her chin and leaned his handsome face closer, "Can I take that to mean you’re urging me, dear young lady, to solidify our relationship?"

"You, I..." She really didn’t mean that, okay? She was just venting, that’s all! QAQ

"Idiot." Ou Jue seemed to be in a good mood, a fleeting trace of amusement flashing through his typically cold eyes.

Since he’d kissed her, he would take full responsibility.

But confessing his feelings? He would only ever do it once in his life.

Naturally, that wouldn’t be something done carelessly.

Ou Jue released her. "Drink the medicine, quickly."

With that, he stood up unhurriedly, carrying himself with his usual dignity, as if nothing had happened just now.

Demon King!!

Xiyan cursed him internally, frustrated that she’d been led around by Ou Jue this entire time.

Wasn’t she supposed to be the one who tortured him?!

By six in the evening, Ou Jue had a social engagement to attend. After supervising Xiyan to make sure she drank the medicine, he prepared to leave.

At the door, his footsteps paused slightly, and he turned his handsome face sideways. "If you’re not feeling well, don’t treat your phone like decoration."

"??"

"What I mean is, call me whenever you need to, idiot."

Xiyan held up her fist. "Ou Jue, didn’t you say you came to admire me being sick? So what have you been doing all this time!"

First he kissed her, then he mocked her! What is with this guy!

Young Master Ou, hands in his pockets, kept a calm expression. "This young master has finished admiring, so now I’m leaving."

"Just go already!" Xiyan really wanted to give him a good kick.

Ou Jue turned his back to her, but the corners of his lips curled up ever so slightly.

Idiot, "admiring" your sickly appearance was a lie.

Worrying about you... is the truth.