Sweet Time Only for You: The Entanglement between Mr. Lu and Miss Song-Chapter 359: Concerned About Me?
Lu Jihan handed over the room card in his hand, the very card Shen Kang had given him.
Song Yinyin noticed something was wrong with his complexion; his forehead was covered with bean-sized beads of sweat, and his face was frighteningly pale.
"Lu Jihan, what’s wrong?"
She was taken aback and instinctively reached out to touch his forehead.
At this touch, she found his forehead was alarmingly hot.
"Don’t touch me!" Lu Jihan frowned and slapped her small hand away.
At this moment, he had a high fever, and his body felt like it was burning up, urgently needing something to quell the fire, yet she reached out her hand.
Her hand was icy cold, and her voice was gentle and pleasing, like cool spring water from the mountains, refreshing and soothing...
Lu Jihan wished he could immediately drink that cool mountain spring water, but his rationality hadn’t disappeared yet.
He was clearly aware that he still couldn’t.
Unsure of what method to break the curse, he didn’t dare to take risks easily, knowing that if there was danger, it would threaten her life...
Song Yinyin supported Lu Jihan to the nineteenth floor. When she opened room 1909, his whole body was trembling violently, uncontrollably shaking.
"Lu Jihan, what’s going on with you?" Song Yinyin was frightened, worried he might have an accident, and urgently grabbed his arm and asked.
"Out!" He almost spat out the word through clenched teeth.
Lu Jihan rested one hand on the sofa, fingers clawing at the blanket on the armrest with such force, it seemed he might tear the handle off.
His other hand was tightly clenched into a fist, veins bulging on the back of his hand, knuckles making a grinding sound.
Even his teeth were chattering uncontrollably from trying to suppress himself, and his whole body was shaking nervously.
It felt like there were thousands of ants crawling inside his body, making it painful to suppress, forcing him to scratch his skin with both hands, leaving red marks...
"Lu Jihan, you, what’s happening to you?"
Song Yinyin was terrified by his behavior, shouted in panic, and rushed over to grab Lu Jihan’s arm, trying to stop him.
"Where do you feel uncomfortable? Let me take you to the hospital, ok? Do you have a fever?" She thought he just had a cold and fever.
But she couldn’t stop him at all.
Lu Jihan painfully scratched his skin, red fingerprints started to ooze blood, Song Yinyin stared blankly, finally understanding how his fresh wounds covered old ones...
"Lu Jihan! You, you, don’t scare me... don’t do this, please? Just tell me, what’s wrong with you?!"
Song Yinyin began to cry from fright, trembling as she pulled over Lu Jihan’s strong body, her hands trembling as she tightly embraced his arm, stopping him from further scratching his skin.
Suddenly, her wrist tightened.
"Ah—" Song Yinyin exclaimed in pain.
Lu Jihan suddenly twisted her wrist behind her back.
"Lu Jihan, what are you doing? Let go of me!"
Not only did he not let go, but he pulled her wrist over forcefully.
Song Yinyin, caught off guard, was spun around and pinned on the sofa by Lu Jihan.
He pressed against her forehead, nose almost touching nose, their cheeks almost brushing together.
Two seconds later, he spoke as if repressing and enduring, "Song Yinyin, what are you doing, caring for me?"
She stared blankly, blinking.
And then, she was annoyed.
"Who’s caring for you?"
She snapped in anger and embarrassment, "I, I just wanted to see if you were with Song Anqi, who would know what you were doing, running to the hotel?!"
