you are my white moonlight

It's Shao Tingchen.

Although it was too dark to see his face clearly, the body in front of her was warm, and she even stretched out her hand to touch it.

And Shao Tingchen had just taken a shower after handling the company's affairs, her lower body was only wearing a bath towel, her upper body was bare/naked, and her palms were stained with water, which was also strong evidence.

For the first time, Jian Youqing was glad that it was him who appeared.

Trapped in the narrow space between the wall and him, Jian Youqing's legs suddenly weakened and she almost fell to the ground. It was Shao Tingchen's long arms around her waist that saved her, and she limply pressed against his chest .

The scorching heat made his heart suffocate.

"Jane Youqing, you don't sleep in the middle of the night, what are you doing in the kitchen?" She reached out to feel the temperature of her forehead.

If he hadn't rested yet and heard the noise rushing over, she might have been frightened to death by herself.

"Thirsty..." Her voice was extremely low.

The temperature was so high that it was hot to touch, Shao Tingchen's first reaction was to scold him, but then he realized that he was the culprit of all this, so he could only shut up if he didn't want to.

"Jane Youqing, this is the result of you playing tricks on me." Always let her remember.

She didn't answer, guessing if she fainted like last time, Shao Tingchen shook her body lightly, and Jian Youqing got up slowly.

Across the darkness, her flushed face from high fever seemed to appear in her mind, as if she would collapse if the wind blows.

My heart felt like a stone was blocked, and I couldn't breathe freely.

Shao Tingchen supported her to stand up, the lights above her head were on and off, Jian Youqing raised her eyes and faced the dead crow clinging to the glass outside the window, it was covered in blood and died miserably.

Her first reaction was to bury her head in Shao Tingchen's chest.

His shoulders trembled slightly, and his hands unconsciously wanted to grab something, "Go...I don't want to..."

"Afraid?" The corners of his mouth were clearly raised.

Jian Youqing's slender hands clenched into fists, the light flashed again, and there was another "bang". She saw a black mass through the moonlight, as if something was pecking at the crow's corpse.

"Admit that you're afraid, and I'll take you out." His thin lips were almost touching the top of her hair, seductively.

All kinds of discomfort, hunger, and fear were intertwined, and Jian Youqing felt so uncomfortable that she was about to collapse.

Unable to control it at all, he instinctively groped for his wrist and grabbed it, "I...are afraid of the dark, take me out."

"Are you afraid of blood?" He didn't respond to her touch.

Until Jian Youqing nodded slightly, he suddenly hugged her by the waist, the light came on again, she hurriedly buried her head in his chest, he could hear her rapid breathing.

Passing through the corridor, he still wrapped his arms around her neck.

The servant saw this scene after hearing the sound, and Ke Yu was so shocked that his eyes almost dropped, until Shao Tingchen ordered coldly: "As soon as possible, prepare the food and medicine."

"Yes, sir."

With the sound of hurried footsteps, Jian Youqing was carried into the room, and the soft bedding made her more at ease.

Forced to sit up.

Shao Tingchen just frowned and wanted to reprimand, when she saw her pale face, "Thirst..."

Seeing this, Ke Yu hurriedly poured a glass of cool white and started to come over.

Jian Youqing raised her head and drank it down. Just as Shao Tingchen wanted to remind her, she blushed and coughed. He patted her on the back, "Jian Youqing, you were reincarnated as a turtle in your last life, right?"

Jane Youqing glanced at her.

"Really stupid."

"..."

Even though he didn't want to admit it, her submissive behavior just now made him feel a lot more relieved. Later, the servant brought hot porridge and he took it.

Blowing away the heat, the small spoon was pressed against her light pink lips.

"Why is it porridge again?" She frowned.

"I don't want to drink." The weakness just now is gone.

"You don't have to drink if you don't want to drink. Someone, go and catch the dead crow outside the kitchen window. Miss Jane will only have an appetite when she sees a bloody corpse."