Chapter 115

In this quiet and dark atmosphere, Ye Qingfeng's sense of touch became exceptionally sharp; he could clearly feel the softness and moisture on his arm.

Without a doubt, that was the soft part of Nico beneath her thin pajamas, along with the drool from the corner of her mouth.

Ye Qingfeng had finally managed to suppress the fire after his shower, but now that heat was burning up again.

He gritted his teeth, trying to pull his arm back.

Nico seemed to sense that the "Denny" was about to escape, clutching his arm tightly once more and whispering: "Don't... don't go..."

In her dream, a young Nico was holding a giant Denny, sprinting toward the orphanage, and finally stopping by a small bed.

She held the Denny high, and under its reflection, a beam of sunlight shone onto the little girl on the bed.

Nico looked at the little girl on the bed with a grin, and the little girl gave a difficult smile. The next second, the little girl's figure began to slowly dissipate.

Don't! Don't go!

(Hehe! The author knows it's a little boy in the PV, but to be considerate to everyone and avoid any unpleasant feelings, it was changed to a little girl.)

Nico's eyes were moist, and a hot tear fell, sliding down her cheek and landing on Ye Qingfeng's arm.

In an instant, Ye Qingfeng's pupils dilated sharply.

There's no mistake! This tear...

Ye Qingfeng's movement of pulling his arm away stopped instantly, and Nico also calmed down, though her grip on his arm didn't weaken in the slightest.

His gaze softened. He reached out with his other hand, gently wiping away the tear from the corner of Nico's eye, then cupped her soft cheek and whispered: "It's okay... it's all in the past..."

Ye Qingfeng had always felt that describing Nico as "boisterous" wasn't accurate.

She was slick and cunning, yet optimistic and cheerful; worldly, yet sincere. Although she seemed to value money above all else, she was actually deeply loyal and righteous...

In a sense, Ye Qingfeng felt he was very similar to Nico, only he wasn't as optimistic or sincere as she was, possessing instead a bit more craftiness and disguise.

But now, he no longer needed to disguise himself; he cherished his current life very much.

Perhaps Ye Qingfeng's soothing worked, as Nico's breathing gradually leveled out, finally returning to calm, though drool leaked from the corner of her mouth again, uncooperatively.

"Nico, you're holding me like this, I'm in a bit of a bind!" Ye Qingfeng didn't pull his arm back, but crouched by the head of the bed, gazing at Nico softly in the faint moonlight. "Since you won't let go, do you want to sleep with me?"

After waiting a few seconds and receiving no response, Ye Qingfeng continued to talk to himself: "Not answering? Then I'll take that as a yes! I won't be polite then!"

Ye Qingfeng stood up decisively, lifted the quilt, and slipped inside.

Throughout the process, his movements were exceptionally careful—perhaps he was afraid of waking Nico, perhaps he hoped she could have a good night's sleep, or perhaps he didn't want her to discover he had slipped under the covers; maybe it was all of these reasons...

Ye Qingfeng moved his arm with difficulty, terrified of waking Nico, his movements abnormally slow.

But the sensation of his arm rubbing against her chest was incredibly clear.

"Goodnight~ Nico..."

Finally managing to pull his arm from Nico's embrace, Ye Qingfeng whispered goodnight and closed his eyes.

However, the body pressed right against Nico's, along with the faint fragrance lingering in the air, made his already heightened emotions even harder to suppress.

But since he was already in bed, who would voluntarily go sleep on the floor? All sorts of chaotic images flashed through Ye Qingfeng's mind, and just like that, he lay there with his eyes closed for nearly an hour before finally drifting off to sleep.

In his dream, he saw a blurry figure who asked him a question: "Long-term companionship or sudden heart-fluttering excitement—which would you choose?"

"I want both! Keep the person who makes my heart flutter and stay by her side for a long, long time..."

Early the next morning, Ye Qingfeng opened his eyes abruptly. Sunlight streamed through the unclosed window, spilling onto the bed.

He struggled to get up, looking around, feeling only weakness in his body and a lingering chill.

He looked around, and what met his eyes was Nico wrapped in the quilt beside him, wearing a silly grin with crystal-clear drool hanging from her mouth.

Looking down, there was no sign of the quilt on his own body.

Having taken two cold showers the night before, plus having the quilt stolen by Nico, Ye Qingfeng had undoubtedly caught a fever and a cold.

"Haha..." Ye Qingfeng gave a helpless, bitter laugh, feeling a wave of discomfort in his heart.

But he still forced himself out of bed, put on his slippers, and went to the empty living room. He stood there, feeling a bit lost; for someone who woke up early every day, he had never felt the morning air to be so cold.

Ye Qingfeng shivered and hurriedly ran into the bathroom, closing the door. His movements were shaky as he washed up.

After washing up, he forced himself to go to the kitchen.

No matter what, he had to eat breakfast first and then go back to his room to sleep; otherwise, without nutrition, how could his body fight off the illness?

But before that, Ye Qingfeng picked up the small blanket from the sofa and draped it over himself, shivering, which made him feel slightly better.

Walking into the kitchen and opening the fridge, he dug out the meat patties he usually used to make burgers for Anbi. Although he didn't usually eat heavy meat dishes in the morning, his body was in urgent need of nutrition now.

He then took out four eggs and some vegetables one by one.

By the time Ye Qingfeng finished making breakfast, he didn't go upstairs to call them down to eat this time; instead, he brought the breakfast directly to the coffee table and devoured it.

By the time he finished, he even felt a bit nauseous. He was used to eating light in the morning, and on top of being sick, he had no appetite at all.

This was the first time Ye Qingfeng felt that eating meat in large bites was a painful experience. He had made himself two meat patties, two eggs, and some vegetables boiled only in water.

Just as he finished the first fried egg, Anbi appeared by his side out of nowhere.

Although she was instantly attracted by the breakfast on the coffee table, she hesitated for a moment.

Anbi slowly turned her head to look at Ye Qingfeng, a flash of worry in her eyes, though her face remained expressionless. "Qingfeng, are you okay?"

"Ah... Anbi, when did you get here..." Ye Qingfeng only then noticed Anbi standing beside him, his thoughts a bit scattered, failing to detect her arrival immediately.

He managed to squeeze out a smile. "Come... come eat breakfast! You'll have to trouble yourself to call Nico today..."

"Qingfeng is sick." Anbi reached out and placed her hand on Ye Qingfeng's shoulder.

Even through the blanket, she could feel the scorching temperature.

Anbi immediately ran upstairs without looking back.

Ye Qingfeng just wanted to call out to Anbi loudly, but his throat suddenly felt a sharp pain; he wanted to stop her, but his body wouldn't allow it.

It was just a fever, nothing major; he had originally planned to go back to his room after eating, maybe he'd be fine after a nap?

There was really no need for them to know...

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