Chapter 256

"Ah ah..."

"I love you."

"Mm..."

"More than I thought, even more love."

The rhythm didn't stop, both burning with fever.

The next day, He Hospital.

Zong Jieran: "You two... really have good elegance! Huh?"

Author's Note:

Author's Note

I'm really getting heavier in taste~~~

Everyone, good night~~ I'm going to face the wall for a while...

Love you all!! It's the end of the year~ I wish the students good luck in exams~~ and the working girls lots of bonuses and early holidays!!

Thank you for your support~~

(I'm really not writing an abuse novel...)

☆, Chapter 220: Meddling

"Hey, I said, if you have nothing to do, you can get out. This is a hospital, not a hotel. If you're not sick, don't hang around here." Zong Jieran, with short, fashionable curly hair, said irritably.

Not lying on his own hospital bed, Season, who was determined to hang around He Lele, glanced at the furnishings around him. "Forget it, you don't even need to redecorate to change this into a hotel. Besides, who said I'm not sick?"

Season turned his head and gave He Lele a flirtatious smile. "I'm someone with an incurable disease."

"Oh? What incurable disease?" Zong Jieran asked, cooperating by rolling his eyes.

Grabbing He Lele's small hand and pressing it on his chest, Season continued to speak softly in an extremely cheesy tone. "This disease is called—lovesickness."

Zong Jieran picked up a cup of water with an expressionless face and flicked it toward the surroundings with his hand—

"Hey!" Season shouted, he's exorcising evil spirits!

"Miss He, for the sake of your health, it's best if you keep this coat-wearing beast in heat away from you for a short time. Also, I suggest you exercise moderately to strengthen your physique. Although you are very cute and have a good temper, I really don't want to see you here frequently." Zong Jieran smiled politely at He Lele.

He Lele nodded. "Thank you, Dr. Zong."

"Don't listen to the first half of what he said, he's envious, jealous, and hateful." Season glanced at Zong Jieran's short hair and mocked. "That woman of his—"

"If you dare to say one more word about her, do you believe I'll make you only able to look at your crotch and cry for the rest of your life."

"Cough cough..." Season hurriedly swallowed the second half of the sentence.

He Lele never knew that men would bicker like this, watching the two with a quiet smile, and sleepiness gradually struck.

Seeing this, Zong Jieran adjusted the speed of the IV drip, looked at Season, and walked out.

"Sleep, I'm watching." Hugging her to lie down, Season's voice was as gentle as water.

"Mm." Closing her eyes and leaning against his side, her breathing was steady and long.

"... Why, did you change your mind?"

"..."

"Did something happen?"

"Too tired." He Lele opened her eyes, her crystal-clear eyes seemingly containing a cup of warm, clear tea. "I'm afraid of you."

Reaching out to wrap around his waist, "Since I can't drive you away, then besides following you, what else can I do?"

Gently kissing her forehead, Season hugged her like a treasure. "I don't want to say sorry."

He Lele smiled faintly.

He doesn't want to say... but she wants to.

She really isn't smart enough, can't think of other ways...

Waking up early in the morning, He Lele felt much better. Just as she was about to get out of bed and leave the hospital, the nurse told her that Zong Jieran had arranged a comprehensive physical examination and a one-week recuperation package for her. Having no money and no time, she naturally declined and insisted on being discharged.

If she doesn't go to work, she'll be late.

"Miss He, the Vice Dean has already given instructions, we really can't let you be discharged."