CHAPTER 139: 139: DO YOU LIKE SHU YU? (1)_1

"I..." Just as she was about to speak, she saw him lazily beckoning to her, "Come, get a little closer to me."

Her throat caught, and she was somewhat stupefied.

This was a cold man, he had a fairy aura, but this very same aura also lacked warmth. Yet now he was flirting with her, truly—it was a feeling of being overwhelmed by unexpected favor.

Seeing her standing there, dumbstruck, Shu Yu curved his lips, "You are Shu Yu’s fiancée, so why have you been avoiding Shu Yu?"

With a long arm, he hooked her towards him without seemingly exerting much effort, and her petite body was enveloped in his embrace.

Pressing her head onto his shoulder, his hand was cold, as was his embrace, emitting the bitter scent of medicinal herbs that also contained a hint of a refreshing mint-like fragrance.

When he spoke, his chest vibrated too.

"Shu Yu suddenly remembers, these past days you’ve attended to me tirelessly, yet Shu Yu has never formally thanked you. You’ve worked hard these days."

Her small hand on his chest, "No, cough, cough, not hard, not tiring." She tried to push him away, but as she exerted force, she noticed the tightness of his grip around her increased.

"Do you like Shu Yu?"

How was she supposed to answer that?

"Liang Shuyu, could you let go of me first?"

"Heh," he chuckled, but his eyes were full of detachment, "Are you feeling shy? But there’s no need, after all, we are fiancé and fiancée."

This man was too strange, and she felt helpless.

"Liang Shuyu!" Her voice carried a trace of anger.

Shuyu then smiled, "You really are shy." He then said, "Actually, I came to find you because I suddenly have a little headache, but seeing you sleeping so sweetly earlier, I couldn’t bring myself to disturb you."

He pressed his temple, feigning a weary expression.

She immediately forgot about him hugging and holding her just before, and reached out her small hand to touch his head, "A headache, do you have a fever?" She was more nervous than he was, because his body was indeed very weak, and as his ’Doctor’, she knew his condition like the back of her hand.

He was fragile, like a wisp of smoke, that if not carefully cherished, might disperse like a breeze with just a single blow.

"It’s not hot," she frowned slightly, and after a moment of thought, "Stretch out your wrist."

He calmly rolled up his sleeve, presenting his wrist to her.

After taking his pulse, she solemnly said, "It looks like you’ve caught a chill. I wasn’t at home these past few days, did you go outside?"

"Yes."

"Did the wind blow on your head?"

"Yep," he nodded, his cool gaze resting on her, watching her focus intently.

Dong Huiying thought for a while, and then crawled toward the cabinet at the head of the bed, digging out some white cloth and using scissors to make a few cuts, creating a simple forehead wrap.

"Here, let me tie this around your head, so you won’t be afraid of the wind causing headaches anymore."

He was quiet, allowing her to get up and tie the forehead wrap for him.

The white forehead wrap placed upon his head, her clean scent reached his nose, and he lazily squinted his eyes.

After she finished tying it, just as she was about to pull back, his eyes flashed and he suddenly drew her waist towards him, lying down with her on the bed.

"Liang Shuyu?"

He was like some spoiled animal, rubbing his cheek against her hairline.

"I’m tired, can you keep me company for a short rest? These past days, you left, and so did big brother and fourth brother. Now it’s just me and Yixuan at home, and I can’t sleep at all at night."

Dong Huiying: "..."