064 - He Wants to Sleep in the Bed

“Vivi… help me to the bedroom…” Lu Yichen hooked his arm around Xia Yuwei’s neck and sat up, resting his head on her shoulder. His feverish breath brushed against the pale skin of her neck.

Xia Yuwei’s heart began to race. He had done things like this before, back when he shamelessly clung to her without restraint, daring to do anything he pleased. If she refused him, he would only pester her even more. Eventually, she became used to him, understood him, and stopped bothering to resist.

But never before had his actions made her blush and her heart pound like this. That tingling, electric sensation spread slowly from her neck with each of his breaths—a feeling so strange that she found herself both anticipating something and wanting to escape immediately.

She instinctively tried to dodge, turning her head slightly, her neck arching back a little.

Lu Yichen, however, seemed impatient and dissatisfied. He frowned, moved even closer, his lips nearly brushing her skin. “Vivi… I feel awful… I want to sleep… the bed…”

“…Alright… fine…” For the sake of his illness, she decided to endure.

She picked up the cold washcloth that had fallen onto her, tossed it onto the coffee table, slipped her arm around his neck, and stood up, pulling him up with her.

Lu Yichen let out a low moan, somewhere between discomfort and a childish whine, rising with her support.

Step by step, she struggled to help him forward, sweat already beading on Xia Yuwei’s forehead.

He really was tall, and so heavy… How could someone this big be so weak… Truly…

“You—stand still for a moment. Let me pull back the covers for you…” They finally reached the bedroom. Out of breath, Xia Yuwei glanced at the neatly made bed and spoke to Lu Yichen with some effort.

The moment she let go of him, he swayed unsteadily and nearly toppled over toward her, as if he could barely stand on his own.

With no other choice, Xia Yuwei grabbed him and dragged him to the bedside, then reached out to lift a corner of the thin quilt. She gave him a gentle push onto the bed. “Come on, lie down.”

Lu Yichen lay down as she intended, and Xia Yuwei pulled the quilt over him to cover him up.

But Lu Yichen restlessly reached out, trying to pull her to him. Sensing his intention, Xia Yuwei caught his hand and, without any argument, tucked it firmly under the quilt, scolding him in exasperation, “Aren’t you cold? Why are you sticking your hand out?”