Chapter 441: Chapter 441

Ji Wei held the medicine in her mouth; it was bitter and hard to swallow.

She took a sip of water, trying to get it down, but for some reason, a wave of nausea surged up. She ended up spitting it all out again.

Gu Moqian saw her with reddened eyes, gasping uncomfortably as she lay down, and he felt a deep ache in his heart, unsure of what to do.

"If you can’t take the medicine, then don’t take it."

With exceptional gentleness, he wiped away the water stains lingering at the corner of her lips, then let her lean against him, giving her time to recover.

Ji Wei didn’t understand why this was happening. She’d never had trouble with medication before—was it because her mood was so terrible right now? Read full story at novel-fire.net

Once she had gathered herself a little, he laid her back down again, pulling the blanket over her securely.

Since she couldn’t take the medicine now, physical cooling was the only option left.

Gu Moqian quickly turned and walked into the bathroom, fetching a basin of water.

With a warm towel, he meticulously wiped down Ji Wei’s limbs.

Her skin was slightly flushed, burning hot to the touch. As he carefully wiped her down, her hazy consciousness drew her back into sleep, and she closed her eyes again.

Gu Moqian unbuttoned her clothing, starting with her arms, then lifted her skirt.

Her smooth, pale legs were exposed before his eyes, glowing with allure under the light. Gu Moqian suddenly felt his throat tighten, his lower abdomen stirring, and the depth of his gaze heating slightly.

Ji Wei remained unsettled in her sleep, a faint crease forming between her brows.

He steadied his breathing, forcing himself to suppress the restless desire, reaching out to gently stroke her brow.

His fingers, cool to the touch, eased away her unease, smoothing her furrowed brow with soft, calming motions.

After wiping down her legs, Gu Moqian took out a fever patch and placed it gently on her forehead.

It was already late. Only after confirming that her fever had subsided a little did he finally undress and get into bed beside her.

Throughout the night, Gu Moqian rose every now and then to check on her, ensuring that her fever hadn’t flared up again. He had a restless night’s sleep.

Ji Wei had no idea how long she had slept for. When she woke, she felt an odd sensation on her forehead. Reaching up to touch it, she realized it was a fever patch.

Her head was still a little dizzy, and she tried to sit up but found herself entirely lacking strength, collapsing back onto the bed.

Gu Moqian walked in with a bowl of congee. Seeing her awake, he hurried over to help her sit up. "Feeling better?"

His soft and gentle tone brought her a sense of peace. She looked up at him and noticed his handsome, refined face bearing traces of exhaustion—his darkened eye sockets gave away how tirelessly he had cared for her through the night.

On top of that, his own injuries hadn’t yet healed, and this constant effort must have been immensely taxing.

"Mo Qian, I’ve troubled you... I’m sorry..." She managed to speak, but her voice came out hoarse and painful. It took all her effort just to form words.

Gu Moqian touched her pale lips lightly with his fingers, tracing them gently. "Silly girl, why say sorry? You’re my wife. Taking care of you is what I should do. Even if I had to care for you for a lifetime, I’d be willing."

A lifetime of care...

Ji Wei felt her nose sting, unable to speak. She only nodded repeatedly, pressing her lips together in a weak smile for him.

"Come, have some congee."

Gu Moqian scooped up a spoonful, blowing on it lightly, before bringing it to her lips.

Ji Wei took just one bite before she couldn’t continue. She raised her damp lashes to look at him, her hoarse voice carrying a hint of whining. "Honey, it’s tasteless... I can’t eat it."

Ji Wei used to enjoy light congee, but now she couldn’t stomach it at all—just the thought of it made her feel nauseous.

Surely the cold had ruined her appetite, she thought.