Chapter 254: Chapter 254 - 251: This Kiss Was No Gentler Than That Night

Shi Su: "..."

How did he know about that photo?

Is he patiently explaining things to her?

The surprise in her expression was almost written all over her face. Jing Jihan glanced at her, leisurely asking, "Is there another misunderstanding? I can clarify it all."

Shi Su looked embarrassed; losing her temper wasn’t an option, but not getting angry wasn’t either. It felt like she suddenly became a childish little girl in front of Jing Jihan.

But she remembered that girl’s sentence on Weibo, the one that said, "He’s mine."

Shi Su finally found a reason to regain some composure: "A girl who is your sister in name likes you, don’t you know?"

Although she was currently ill, her words lacked strength, leaning against the headboard, looking sickly with no hint of assertiveness.

Jing Jihan, however, was not very surprised, calmly replied, "I’m not close to her; we only see each other once every few years. I haven’t really noticed that aspect."

His tone was very nonchalant.

It seemed like no matter if she was a sister in name or women who admired him, it all made no difference to him. He didn’t even pay much attention to them.

"Oh."

Other than an "oh," she didn’t know what else to say at the moment.

This person, Jing Jihan, is just... too candid...

So candid that she questioned why she was even angry these days. She didn’t distrust him, but how could she explain her awkward jealousy?

Should she blame it on being inexperienced in her first relationship and losing her temper uncontrollably?

That reason felt silly and senseless.

After she uttered "oh," she stayed silent, just glancing sideways, thinking to grab the water cup to ease her embarrassment singlehandedly. Then she could rationally, like an adult, contemplate this... candid man who seemed difficult to deal with...

"Not angry?" Jing Jihan apparently didn’t plan to let her off the hook.

"...Wasn’t really angry in the first place." Shi Su tilted her head, avoiding his gaze.

The man let out a cold chuckle: "Blocking my calls, blocking me on WeChat, that’s called not being angry?"

"..."

Stop, stop, she already realized how childish she’s been handling this relationship problem.

"When you’re really angry, will you put a knife to my neck?"

Suddenly, Shi Su was backed into a corner, abruptly turning to look at him, only to see him leaning in closer. His arms were on either side of her, trapping her between the headboard and his body, his gaze deeply fixed on her: "Don’t want to bring this up anymore?"

Her mouth twitched, gritting her teeth, whispering angrily: "You know and you’re still asking..."

The man’s eyebrows raised gently, leisurely watching her weak, embarrassed face as if she wanted to hide away: "Being so obviously jealous, it rounds up to you agreeing to be Mrs. Jing."

Shi Su: "?"

In disbelief: "You... um..."

Suddenly, her nape was covered by the man’s hand, and Jing Jihan’s kiss stopped the words aiming to retort him fiercely.

She’s having the flu, the flu!

The contagious kind!

Shi Su instinctively wanted to push away, but just when he paused, suddenly his other arm wrapped her, pulling her into his embrace for a deeper kiss.

"Jing... Ji um... stop!"

She couldn’t push him away.

Couldn’t resist.

This kiss didn’t feel any lighter than the one at the hotel in the eastern area of Z City.

If not for Shi Su still being feverishly weak from the flu, so weak that her "whimpers" and resistance were feeble, she suspected the man could have taken advantage of the situation right then and there.

Not until Shi Su was utterly drained, leaning against him, lacking even the strength to rest back against the headboard, did the man’s kiss end, lightly falling upon her nose.

Her eyes were half-closed, her long lashes trembled.

"Sleep a bit more." Comforting her like a child, he gently stroked her head.

Shi Su’s face buried in his neck, though slightly congested, she clearly felt the man’s scent, muffling her reply: "Mm."

Jing Jihan helped her lie back down, tucked her in before he was about to grab a glass next to him and step out. Shi Su, struggling to stay conscious, said, "Mianmian’s still sick; I’ll feel uneasy if I don’t go back and check on her."

"When I went down to get you clothes, I saw Mrs. Qin looking after her; at this time, she’s probably still asleep. In your current condition, going back would only add to Mrs. Qin having to look after one more person." Jing Jihan glanced at her: "Kids recover quickly. To avoid unnecessary cross-infection, I suggest you stay here and rest; go back when you’re better."

Shi Su heard this, didn’t say more, just nodded slightly. Her head hurt so much she closed her eyes.

However, she didn’t sleep soundly, always feverish. Indeed, a grown-up’s resistance doesn’t match that of a child’s. Kids, no matter how severe the fever, recover if given timely care, unlike adults who suffer more.

In her dreams, Shi Su felt like she was burning in a furnace, the fever too severe, starting from chills to now feeling everything was hot.

When she suddenly woke up in shock, the curtains were still closed, but the wall lamp was on. She turned her head, looking around; she was still at Jing Jihan’s place.

She sat up, found the spot where her phone was placed, and looked at it.

It was already past seven in the morning.

She still felt weak, but didn’t want to keep lying there.

When she lifted the covers to get out of bed, she glanced back at the bedspread, thinking how this was Jing Jihan’s bedroom, and he slept on this bed and under these covers each day.

This feeling was very... different...

How did they suddenly become this intimate?

But hadn’t she already done such things in Z City... What can’t become more intimate now?

But how did this suddenly... happen?

It unfolded faster than she could take in.

A glass of water was on the bedside table, obviously poured while she was asleep, which Jing Jihan left there for her when she woke.

After drinking half a glass of water, Shi Su got up, with the wall lamp’s light, glancing around, but couldn’t find the switch for the bedroom’s main light. Suddenly, her foot was caught by the thick carpet beside the bed, she stumbled, and the cup in her hand, due to her forward motion, fell heavily onto the bedside table. The moment the noise sounded, the room lights suddenly came on.

Startled, she looked up at the lights above, steadied herself, hesitantly raised her hand to clap in the air.

The lights went off.

Another clap, and the lights came on again.

Oh, it’s voice-activated, how fancy...

However, she now had a clear view of the whole bedroom. The main color scheme was a grayish blue and white, with not many unnecessary furnishings, very minimalist and clean, quite fitting Jing Jihan’s style. The bedsheets were also a very cold, gray color. Sleeping on it was comfortable. If she hadn’t been so achingly feverish, she could have enjoyed the bed properly.