Chapter 53: Drunk (1)

Bypassing the hollow-carved partition, he saw a thick novel lying on the floor along with an unbroken mug.

"Yanyan," Leng Mohang tentatively called out to her. He only heard Lin Yan mutter in a muffled voice, "Don't bother me."

Leng Mohang found it strange. Lin Yan was never one to sleep much; why was she sleeping so early today? He glanced down at his wristwatch—it was just past eight o'clock. Her usual bedtime was around midnight. Because she wrote novels, she always said her mind was clearer at night, so she generally went to bed quite late.

"Yanyan..." Leng Mohang reached out to pull back the quilt that was covering her head, accidentally touching her forehead. The temperature was so scalding that he almost thought he had touched a cup of hot water.

His heart tightened. He hurriedly pulled the quilt aside, sat on the edge of the bed, and pulled her into his embrace, asking, "Yanyan, can you still put on your clothes by yourself?"

At this moment, Lin Yan's thoughts were completely chaotic and hazy. She only felt as though her head was about to split from the pain; her body alternated between chilling cold and burning heat, making her feel agonizingly miserable. Leaning against Leng Mohang's body right now, his body heat penetrating through her thin loungewear felt wonderfully comforting.

As if she had found a straw to clutch at in a shipwreck, she wrapped both arms around his shoulders and desperately burrowed into his chest, mumbling something incoherently. Her eyes were tightly shut, her brows deeply knitted, and tears slipped effortlessly from the corners of her tightly closed eyelids.

"Wuwu... It hurts, it hurts so much!"

This time he heard her clearly. She said she was in pain, and seeing her in pain made his heart hurt even more. He wanted to call the family doctor, but Lin Yan's hands were locked tightly around his neck, and her soft little head kept rubbing against his chest. Pushing her away was something he could never bear to do. So, with a large reach of his arm, he snatched the quilt from the bed, wrapped her tightly in it, and picked her up, quilt and all.

Carrying her to the study to retrieve his phone, he returned to the bedroom, sat on the edge of the bed with her seated on his lap, gently stroked her back with one hand, and tapped at the phone with the other.

Lin Yan refused to stay still, twisting and wriggling in his lap, causing his call to fail and disconnect multiple times before it could even go through.

Her hands flailed randomly inside the quilt, and her mouth kept muttering unintelligible words. Leng Mohang was left between laughter and tears—she truly was a tormenting little sprite.

Watching her slightly pale, parting and closing lips, a sharp pang shot through his heart. He leaned down and captured her lips with his.

When she first came into contact with Leng Mohang's lips, Lin Yan showed a trace of resistance, struggling blindly through her haze. Leng Mohang wrapped both arms around her, stroking her back rhythmically, stroke by stroke. Waves of warmth flowed from the palm of his hand into her body, and she finally quieted down, drifting off into a hazy sleep.

Leng Mohang gently laid her back on the bed before finally finding the time to call the family doctor.

The family doctor arrived quickly—in less than fifteen minutes—yet Leng Mohang still felt it was agonizingly slow, urging him on repeatedly. Prior to this, he had already replaced several towels soaked in ice water to apply to Lin Yan's burning forehead.

"Mozi, who on earth is sick? You dragged me over in such a frantic rush. Don't you know I was in the middle of a date? Do you know that pulling someone away from the arms of a beauty is immoral? Do you know—" Family doctor Zhang Yuting walked in, grumbling discontentedly.

Before he could finish his sentence, Leng Mohang had already grabbed him by the collar and strode resolutely toward the stairs. Leng Mohang stood around one meter eighty-nine, towering a full head above Zhang Yuting, leaving Zhang Yuting stumbling along in his grip. "Slow down, slow down! Ouch, you're going to make me trip. Don't be so impatient. Don't you know my hands bring spring back to life? Any illness is completely curable in my hands, at worst it just takes a bit more suffering."