Originally, Ye Weiyin was sitting on Lu Chuheng, not a very standard female, male and female. This posture made Lu Chuheng unable to bear it without much effort.

But Lu Chuheng didn't give her more time to adapt. He held her waist with both hands, and it was his own rhythm that continued with Ye Weiyin.

Seeing Ye Weiyin's long hair swaying with his movements, and Ye Weiyin's facial expression was completely different from her usual, feeling her closest contact with her.

Lu Chuheng finally felt a little relieved in his heart.

Even if Ye Weiyin did not agree to his proposal, so what?

He is still the only person who can be so close to Ye Weiyin. Only he can hear Ye Weiyin's softest voice and feel every inch of her skin.

Perhaps it is only at this time that Lu Chuheng could feel that she was with him, just like she would never be separated.

"Lu Chuheng, you... be gentle."

Ye Weiyin spoke weakly, but Lu Chuheng had just been stimulated. He urgently needed to prove that Ye Weiyin belonged to him, and he could only be his.

So Lu Chuheng had no intention of being gentle at all, and all Ye Weiyin's begging was automatically blocked by him.

Gradually, Ye Weiyin stopped talking.

Anyway, he won't listen, so she might as well save some effort...

That night, Lu Chuheng went to Ye Weiyin for a long time without restraint. Ye Weiyin didn't know when she fell asleep.

This time, Chu Heng didn't feel like she was going to take a bath afterwards because she really didn't even have the strength to open her eyes.

This was just because Lu Chuheng, as the person who contributed the most, couldn't sleep at all after all.

After taking a bath for Ye Weiyin, he carefully placed it on the bed and covered her with a quilt. Lu Chuheng walked to the balcony alone, holding a box of cigarettes in his hand.

He rarely smokes, almost never smokes, and seems to have learned it when he was abroad. He can't remember this clearly. It seems that men always learn to smoke at a certain period, just like they are in bed without a teacher.

But he didn't feel like he had to smoke every day like others.

Smoke is optional to him.

But in this state, Lu Chuheng lighted the cigarette in his hand, watched the wisps of smoke slowly float in the air, and smelled the smell of smoke that had not been smelled for a long time, and he actually felt calm.

He seems to understand why some people are sad and smoke when they are irritated.

Maybe it's because it can relieve inner pain and loss.

Lu Chuheng stayed on the balcony by himself, and he returned to the house almost as it was already dawn.

He looked at Ye Weiyin outside the quilt for a while, and until he felt that there was no chill on his body, he lifted the quilt and hugged Ye Weiyin in his arms.

He held Ye Weiyin in his arms as if he was holding a doll, as if he was afraid that she would disappear suddenly.

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When Ye Weiyin woke up in the morning, she felt that there was no place on her body that was her own. She forced herself to sit up and felt Lu Chuheng's hand on her...

As if he felt her movements, Lu Chuheng's arms tightened a little, but he still didn't wake up.

Ye Weiyin smiled, she thought Lu Chuheng would not be tired!

It seems not right now.

Ye Weiyin took the clothes on one side with difficulty, then gave Lu Chuhengang his pillow to him and let him hug him into the bathroom.

However, when Ye Weiyin came out, she felt something was wrong, but she couldn't tell what was wrong.

Thinking of Lu Chuheng's death yesterday, Ye Weiyin decided to make a breakfast for Lu Chuheng this morning, although this was so insignificant compared to what Lu Chuheng did for her.

When Ye Weiyin finished cooking breakfast and walked into the bedroom again, she finally knew something was wrong.

Lu Chuheng has never gotten up so late. Even if he was about to rush to what time the night before, he would wake up the next day.

But today it was very strange. Even if Lu Chuheng was very tired and wanted to sleep in, he would definitely wake up when she woke up and then continue to sleep.

But today he didn't react at all.

Ye Weiyin walked quickly to the bed, then leaned over to approach Lu Chuheng, "Lu Chuheng, Lu Chuheng."

After screaming several times, Lu Chuheng didn't react at all. Ye Weiyin reached out to pat him, and then was startled by the temperature on his body.

This is simply a stove.

She was not awake just now, so she didn't feel the temperature in his hands was wrong, but now she suddenly realized.

Lu Chuheng must have a fever.

Ye Weiyin reached out and put one hand on his forehead, and the other hand on his own.

I felt a huge temperature difference in an instant.

Ye Weiyin frowned tightly and patted Lu Chuheng's face to wake him up, "Lu Chuheng, Lu Chuheng, wake up."

Ye Weiyin didn't notice it when she was not as close as Lu Chuheng. Now when she got closer, she smelled a smell that did not belong to him.

At least it was a smell she had never smelled on him.

Smell of smoke.

Although it is very light, it is real.

Ye Weiyin's heart seemed to be pinched by someone. She quickly walked to the balcony and found ash inside. Although Lu Chuheng had been cleaned up very clean, there were inevitably omissions.

Ye Weiyin could not imagine that Chuheng was alone on this small balcony late last night, smoking a cigarette by himself.

He was very uncomfortable, otherwise he wouldn't have even smoked.

However, Ye Weiyin didn't have time to think too much, and Lu Chuheng was still dizzy in the bed.

Ye Weiyin thought about it for a while but decided to take him to the hospital. Anyway, it was the weekend, so fortunately she didn't have to go to work.

Ye Weiyin put the clothes on Lu Chuheng, and then finally found a fever-reducing sticker in the medicine box and put it on Lu Chuheng's forehead, and then tried to pick up Lu Chuheng.

But this time it was quite laborious, and she didn't have that much effort at all.

In the end, there was no way, so Ye Weiyin could only find a way to make him lie on his back and carry Lu Chuheng downstairs.

After working hard for more than half a morning, Lu Chuheng's condition finally stabilized and he was still having a fever, but he was not as hot as Ye Weiyin discovered.

Ye Weiyin sat in front of the hospital bed and held Lu Chuheng's hand with one hand, and occasionally stood up and moistened his lips with a cotton swab dipped in a little water.
Chapter completed!