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When Zuo Zixian went downstairs, he suddenly smelled a strong smell of herbal medicine, and saw Auntie Yu's figure in the living room.

"Miss Zuo is awake." When Auntie Yu saw that it was Zuo Zixian, a warm smile appeared on her face.

Zuo Zisheng was stunned for a moment, then asked: "Auntie Yu, what are you cooking?"

"Oh, it's Chinese medicine. Mister Ling is sick. He threw up early in the morning and was originally going to take him to the hospital, but he refused. In the end, he took the prescription he ate previously and let me fry it. "

"What, vomited?" Zuo Zizhen's expression tensed up, and he frowned.

"That's right, Mister Ling has a chronic gastroenteritis, so he can't eat spicy food. Perhaps he ate too much last night. His stomach can't take it anymore …"

Aunt Yu stopped here because she saw that Zuo Zixian's face instantly turned pale. She quickly changed her words: "Miss Zuo, don't be too worried, nothing will happen to Mister Ling."

Seeing that she did not say anything, he paused before continuing, "I'll go and deliver the medicine for Mister Ling. I'll prepare breakfast for you later."

"Give it to me, I'll send it off."

Zuo Zixian carefully carried his medicine bowl upstairs. Seeing that the door was ajar, he didn't bother knocking and walked in.

Ling Yiheng seemed to be sleeping. Her long eyelashes were moving quietly. Her face was a little red, but she looked so handsome. He no longer had his usual hostility, and under this kind of sickness, it displayed a kind of weakness that made people's hearts ache for him, and was unwilling to wake him up.

Seeing the ointment on the side, Zuo Zi Shi hesitated on whether or not he should wipe it for him.

It seemed like his rash had healed quite a bit, but his arms were still red. There was even a patch of red on his neck and chest. It was unknown if it would tickle or not.

After hesitating for a moment, Zuo Zixian put down the medicine bowl. He thought that the medicine was still hot, so he helped him wipe off the ointment first.

She quietly picked up the cotton swab and sat on the edge of his bed. She squeezed the ointment onto the swab and then spread it evenly over the place where his rash was. She carefully spread the ointment so that it would be absorbed.

He was wearing a nightgown. It was unknown whether it was because of the heat or the reason why, but his collar was pulled wide open, revealing a big solid chest that made people blush and feel their heartbeats. Although there were small spots of red rash on it, it did not affect his muscle beauty in the slightest.

Zuo Zizhen was lost in thought, and he couldn't help but want to reach out and touch it.

However, she managed to stop her wild thoughts in time and tried to keep herself calm as she applied medicine on him.

Fortunately, there was no rash on the side of his abdomen, otherwise Zuo Ziqian would have been unable to continue his attack. His figure was simply too perfect and attractive, even she would be unable to resist the urge to commit crimes.

After applying the medicine, Zuo Zixian twisted a hot towel to wipe his face, because he seemed to be sweating at night. Her nails accidentally cut on his forehead, causing the man to frown. When Zuo Ziqian was alarmed, he didn't wake up, causing him to heave a sigh of relief.

He seemed to be sleeping soundly, probably because of last night's discomfort. He had vomited early in the morning, and right now, his face was extremely pale. Even the sockets of his eyes were sunken in.

Zuo Zixian felt a burst of guilt, and couldn't help but hold his hand. He stared at his sleeping face and swore to himself that he would never give him spicy food again.

She would never have thought that eating spicy food would cause him to have such a serious reaction.

He couldn't help but be lost in his thoughts. Although the person in front of him had a pale complexion, he still retained his unconcealable beauty, causing him to be unable to stop himself from daydreaming.

Her gaze merely stayed on his face for a moment, then couldn't resist going down to his neck, then to his chest, and finally to his lower abdomen, then to the most crucial part below.

Because his blanket was so loose that it couldn't cover anything at all. The nightgown was open, and it allowed him a clear view of the scenery on his chest.

Although her lower abdomen was covered, her mouth was still somewhat dry.

When she thought of the time when they had been in bed together, she felt her heart beating faster, as if it were about to jump out of her throat.

Because she was afraid of waking him up, she wanted to reach out and help him cover himself with the blanket several times, but she stopped herself, afraid that she would wake him up.

She reached for the medicine bowl. As she touched the bowl to get its temperature, her hand trembled. Her foot touched the corner of the bedside cabinet.

Ling Yiheng was awakened by the noise, and immediately opened his eyes.

Zuo Zi's heart skipped a beat, and he was so shocked that his heart almost stopped.

"You … "Why are you here?" he asked, his voice low and his eyes cloudy and confused.

Zuo Zizhen unconsciously trembled, and the corners of his mouth twitched as he smiled and said, "I came to deliver medicine for you, and I even helped you apply some ointment along the way … …"

Of course, she couldn't say that she even coveted his beauty and body, and even almost touched it. However, she felt guilty and didn't dare to look him in the eye.

Ling Yiheng could tell that something was wrong with her, but he didn't ask, but had to admit in his heart that she made him happy.

Zuo Zixian put down the bowl and pointed to it, "Quickly drink the medicine while it's still warm. The temperature should be just right, I'll be leaving now."

She did not wait for him to reply. She turned around and ran to the door in a fluster.

Ling Yiheng frowned, and was about to call her back, but she quickly ran out like a small animal trying to avoid being hunted by the hunters.

He touched his forehead, which was still aching, then bent down to pick up his mobile phone from the bedside table. Looking at the screen, he saw that there were a few missed calls. Most of them were from Zhou Heng.

It was almost 9 o'clock, and he was already at the company by this time. It was no wonder that Zhou Heng would make so many calls.

He dialed Zhou Heng's number and told him briefly about his illness. He told Zhou Heng not to worry and then told him about the matter of the Chinese medicine at work and that he should handle it.

Zhou Heng naturally cooperated, and also asked about Zuo Zixian, asking if Ling Ziheng wanted to bring her over to the hotel.

After hesitating for a moment, Ling Yiheng said, "No need for now, I will contact you again."

Hearing his words, Zhou Heng did not ask any further questions. He just told him to take a good rest before hanging up and going back to work.

Auntie Yu cooked a bowl of porridge suitable for Ling Yiheng to drink. Zuo Ziqian originally did not want to go up, but Auntie Yu suddenly had to go to the toilet and was afraid that the porridge would get cold, so she asked Zuo Ziqian to bring it to Ling Yiheng.

Zuo Zixian had no choice but to carry the porridge upstairs.

As soon as she entered the door, she heard the sound of flowing water from inside and realized that Ling Yiheng was taking a bath.

She put down the bowl of congee and looked at his messy bed. Then, she walked over to help him tidy it up. As he tidied himself up, he felt glad that he had slipped away in time. Otherwise, he would not be able to hide his guilty conscience, and he would be embarrassed to death when he found out.

Not long after, Ling Yiheng walked out of the bathroom. Seeing Ling Yiheng's dripping hair, Zuo Zixian took the hair dryer and passed it to him.

Seeing that his face was still unsightly, she suddenly blurted out the words that made her want to bite off her tongue, "Do you want me to help you blow-dry your hair?"

The light in Ling Yiheng's eyes dimmed, and her drooping eyelashes cast a faint shadow. Under the dim light of the lamp, her profile was outlined with an extremely beautiful curve. She said in a low and gentle voice, "Why do you want to help me blow-dry my hair?"

Looking at his face which had been dyed by the light, Ling Yiheng's eyes curved with a smile. The scene was so beautiful that it caused one's heart to palpitate.

Zuo Zixian felt his heart beat even faster. He took a deep breath and tried his best to sound casual, "I just want to see you sick. If you don't want to fall down, then so be it."

The man chuckled softly. Then he sat down on the edge of the bed and handed the hair dryer to her.

Zuo Zixian's hands trembled as he took the hair dryer, he really regretted his suggestion.

Her movements were light because she was afraid that he would catch a cold. She turned the blower to the lowest possible position and held a comb. She helped him to comb and blew at the same time.

Her carefulness made the man very happy, and he continued to smile faintly.

It had been many years since someone had blown his hair. He never thought that she would take the initiative to do so, so he felt a surge of warmth in his heart.

After reaching adulthood, he had long since gotten used to taking care of himself. Not to mention blow-drying his hair, in the past when he was studying abroad, he could even cut his own hair.

He was already used to being independent, so he didn't have the habit of relying on others. However, when Zuozi's soft hand touched his hair …

The warmth of her touch moved his body's temperature and his heartbeat. Unconsciously, he hoped that she would be able to help blow his hair this way in the future.

Zuo Zizhen blew lightly, afraid that he would hurt him, afraid that his hands would shake.

It had to be said that for a man, the quality of his hair was exceptionally good. It was very thin and soft, neither oily nor greasy. After washing it, it would blow easily and become fluffy after drying.

Unconsciously, she took a deep breath of the smell of his hair. It was a very refreshing smell, and she could tell it was the same smell as the Body Soap he wore. It was also the smell of mint.

The two of them seemed to have a tacit understanding and did not speak. The sound of rain falling could be heard, and the lights were dim and warm.

Zuo Zixian inadvertently glanced at his face that looked like it had just melted snow. The corner of his mouth slightly curled up, and his smile was reserved and elegant; it seemed to be even more dazzling than sunlight.

Zuo Zi's clear eyes flashed a hint of surprise, and he slightly opened his sandalwood mouth, not expecting him to suddenly smile so happily.

She fell into a trance, and her hands completely forgot about what they were doing.

Seeing that she didn't move for a long time, the man suddenly asked, "Why did she stop?"

Being pulled back to reality by his low and seductive voice, Zuo Zizhen quickly blinked his eyes and quickly moved, his movements becoming even more cautious than before.