Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Lu Zhaoyang tossed and turned in bed, feeling uncomfortable. She subconsciously scratched her arms.
Meanwhile, Huo Yunting, who was half-sleep in another room, felt too pompous when he thought of Lu Zhaoyang, who was sleeping next door.
He missed her, apparently, but he did not want to admit it.
Huo Yunting closed his eyes and forced himself to fall asleep. In his stupor, he felt that someone approaching and lay down beside him.
He could smell the familiar breath, a soft little hand rested on his waist, and head snuggled in his arms.
“Huo Yunting…” The voice was soft and a little choked.
“Now, it is you who throws yourself at me.”
Huo Yunting turned around and threw himself on top of her. His hand slipped into her nightdress to fondle the body that he long missed.
“Hmm… Hmm…”
Lu Zhaoyang bit her lip. She felt her head was getting heavy.
Huo Yunting moved to kiss her neck. She panted and said, “It is painful…”
He shifted to kiss her earlobe, blowing hot breath into her ear. I have not penetrated yet. Which part of you is painful?”
“Huo Yunting, it is painful!”
Lu Zhaoyang clung on him with hands wrapping around his back and almost broke out in tears.
Huo Yunting noticed in her voice that something was not right; he switched on the bedside lamp.
The woman under him had red bumps on her arm and the neck.
Apparently, she did it to herself, he thought.
“What are you doing? Do you have nothing else to do but self-harm to gain my sympathy?” He flipped over and lay back down. “Get the hell out of here, and don’t disturb my sleep.”
Lu Zhaoyang lay still in bed, scratching her arm, and inadvertently, her belly, which was exposed earlier after Huo Yunting raised her nightdress.
There were hives on her belly too.
“Huo Yunting, I feel itchy.”
Lu Zhaoyang nuzzled her head against him; she came because she was not well.
Itchy?
“What have you eaten?” Huo Yun’s brows arched. He quickly grabbed her hands. “No more scratching!”
“It is itchy if I don’t scratch it. It feels painful after I scratch it.”
“Hang on! Put on your clothes, I am bringing you to the hospital!” Still holding her wrists, Huo Yunting said, “I will tie you up if you struggle again!”
Lu Zhaoyang felt extremely unwell. But she quickly relented when threatened.
It took them ten minutes before they finally got dressed and rushed out.
With one hand on the steering wheel, Huo Yunting held Lu Zhaoyang’s wrist with another, so that she could not scratch.
“What caused the allergy?”
He made out that this was the symptoms of allergy.
“I ate what you ate. We have had those dishes before.”
The messy scene of his bedroom came to mind. “Could it be the cake?” Huo Yunting asked.
“Arg…” Please stop asking, she really had no idea.
“Fine, stop talking. And no more scratching.”
Huo Yunting saw this reaction for the time since knowing her long ago.
In the hospital, the doctor ordered a blood transfusion after examining her.
The allergic symptoms had spread to her face. It looked like Lu Zhaoyang would not be able to go to work tomorrow.
Huo Yunting sat on the edge of the bed, clutching her wrist and looking at her pale red face.
“Apart from rose, what flower did you buy?”
“Well, jasmine.” She never knew she was allergic to jasmine pollen.
She had come into contact with jasmine pollen before but just briefly. But tonight, she slept in a room that was jasmine pollen-ridden.
