But hesitated in his heart that the man had already arrived in the middle of the yard. The servant led the way in front and pushed open Yang Zichen's door. A strong smell of medicine emanated from it.

The moment he smelled the strong smell of medicine, Shen Yu's heart suddenly relaxed. He was not the one who took medicine all day long. How could there be such a strong smell of medicine in the room? It seems that he is so sick that he is almost out of place...

Thinking of that day, she felt a little guilty about what Yang Zichen did. If she had known that he was so weak, she would have to persuade him with kind words and shouldn't have been so reckless and cruel.

After the servant brought her in, he retreated and closed the door. Shen Yu didn't care. The house of cold people was not allowed to see the wind. The whole house was covered by curtains and was covered with honey. It was winter again. The room was lit with a stove, and the smell of medicine and incense made the room feel very stuffy.

She walked gently all the way, and after a moment, she arrived at the screen, and saw Yang Zichen's face pale, his eyes were blue, and his weak eyes were open, and he saw her smiling palely here: "Miss Chen, I didn't expect you to be here."

Seeing that he was like this, Shen Yu was really sick. He sighed gently and walked to his bed, pulled a small stool and sat down. After thinking about it, he persuaded him, "Mr. Yang, the love between men and women is not the most important thing for a lifetime. The kindness of parents' raising needs to be repaid. Even if you are for Mr. Yang, you should take care of yourself and get better as soon as possible."

Yang Zichen nodded when he heard this, stretched out a hand from the quilt, and gently looked towards her. Shen Yu hesitated for a moment, but still did not reach out to her. Instead, his eyes fell on one of his hands, with clear joints and normal color, and it looked whiter than that face.

But I didn't care too much. After all, people who have been sick for a long time have the worst facial complexion, and it is normal to have some yellowness.

He coughed gently and withdrew his hand a little disappointedly: "Miss Chen, I understand all you said, but I am a stubborn person since I was a child, and it is difficult to change what I have determined."

"I'm really happy that you can come to see me this time, and I have a lot to say to you."

Shen Yu didn't want to sit for too long. She wanted to cut the mess with Yang Zichen quickly, and didn't want him to have any more delusions, so she smiled gently and looked at him: "Young Master Yang, I don't have much time. What do you have to say? Try to say it as briefly as possible."

Yang Zichen nodded after hearing this, and then opened his mouth: "Actually, I want to tell you that you are really the only girl I have been thinking about in my life."

"There are many beautiful girls I have seen, but I have never liked others as much as I like you. I don't know what attracts me, but I just can't let you go..."

When Shen Yu heard his words, he slowly lowered his eyes, not wanting to look directly into his eyes. He really felt that what he said was boring and didn't want to listen at all.

But I think this is a patient, so I should be more patient, at least let others finish their words. Maybe he will feel comfortable when he says it, and the disease will be cured faster.

So she just sat there, noticing that in an incense burner beside the bed, the smoke gradually drifted to her side, and a faint fragrance penetrated her heart and spleen along the tip of her nose.

Gradually, before Yang Zichen finished speaking, he actually talked about his childhood. Shen Yu didn't listen too seriously. At this moment, she couldn't be serious. She just felt that the room was so hot and stuffy, and it was so stuffy that it made people feel uncomfortable, and there was fine sweat on her forehead.

She picked up the handkerchief and wiped it, swallowed her saliva, and looked at Yang Zichen's eyes: "Young Master Yang, haven't you finished speaking yet? I should leave. If I go back too late, my parents will be angry."

Yang Zichen's eyes showed a trace when he heard this, and he looked at her with sadness and sadness: "Would it be good to listen to me and talk to you again? I haven't seen you for too long. I have too many words to say to you."

Shen Yu really didn't want to listen anymore. It was so hot here. She felt so annoyed, so she shook her head and stood up, stuffed the veil into her sleeve, turned around and left: "I really have to go back."

But the next moment she turned around, unexpectedly, Yang Zichen, who had been lying weakly on the bed, suddenly lifted the quilt and got out of bed, hugged her waist tightly from behind, and the thick breathing was sprayed in her ears with warmth: "Miss Chen, don't leave! I really like you, really!"

His sudden hug shocked Shen Yu and subconsciously wanted to struggle, but suddenly she found that she could not struggle with a patient, and she suddenly felt something was wrong.

I usually don’t neglect to exercise. I would punch a set of fists in the yard every day at dusk to strengthen physical exercise. What’s more, how could he, a patient, have the strength to hold himself so tightly that he couldn’t even open his body?

She was confused but nervous, and she struggled hurriedly and hard, only to realize that it was not because he was too strong, but because he was weak all over and his strength gradually disappeared.

This perception made her feel scared and widened her eyes, and her voice changed: "Yang Zichen, have you done something to me? Why did I have no strength in my body?"

Fortunately, I was hot, so irritable, so uncomfortable. I felt that the blood in my body was clamoring in every corner of my body as if it was mixed with something!

The fine sweat slowly grew through every pore on her body. She clearly felt that almost all the clothes inside her were soaked in the winter!

At this moment, she knew that it must be Yang Zichen who had given her some medicine. She looked around the room and finally landed on the incense burner with a slim smoke placed on the table not far away.

After hearing what she said, Yang Zichen breathed closer to her earlobe and rubbed her gently. The hand that surrounded her waist couldn't help but start to move: "Don't blame me Ayu, I really like you, I really want you, don't worry, tomorrow morning after tonight, I will marry you in the house!"

"I will love you very much. When we get married, you will let me go east, but I will not go west! I will not take a concubine, and I will not let you get in the mood. Is it okay for us to live a harmonious life for the rest of our lives?"

"No! No, no! Get out of here, get out of here! You use this despicable means to make me compromise. I tell you, you are dreaming. If you really dare to touch me, I will go to the government to sue you for rape tomorrow morning!"

Yang Zichen was not afraid at all when he heard this. Instead, he turned her weak body around and pressed her hard on the bed. Then he took a wet towel placed on the head of the bed and wiped his face hard. The yellow air on his face disappeared instantly and returned to his former appearance as a handsome young man.

Shen Yu widened his eyes and realized that his sickness was all pretending. No wonder the complexion of his skin on his hands was so different from his face!

At this moment, I was extremely angry that I didn’t think much about it when I was confused at the beginning, but chose to believe that if I was vigilant at that moment, I would not have fallen into such a passive situation now!

She lay on the bed and began to struggle, but her legs and feet were weak, and she could only move slowly, but she couldn't help but breathe as if she had used a lot of strength.

At this moment, Yang Zichen was already standing by the bed and began to take off his clothes. He was wearing a white underwear, but in just two or three strokes, he only took off his inner pants.

"Yang Zichen, I respect you as a man, so if you can stop the horse, we can still be friends in the future!"

Yang Zichen smiled at the corner of his lips when he heard this, slowly leaned over, supported his arms and looked at her with crazy eyes: "I don't want to stop the cliff, and I don't want to be friends with you tomorrow. I just want to be a real couple with you!"

"You won't know that since I saw you, I'll dream about you every day, and I'll get you day and night, so don't cry and make me happy!"

As soon as he fell to the ground, his hand reached over, pulled the purple belt around her waist down, and the collar in front of him instantly dispersed.

"Yang Zichen, please!"

Shen Yu shouted at the top of his lungs, trying to recall his last trace of conscience, but the next moment, he chuckled and shook his head, reached out and picked up her first outer shirt: "Ayu, don't cry, I will treat you well..."

This book was first published by Xiaoxiang Academy, please do not reprint it!
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