Chapter 133: The Night of the Wedding, the Reborn Villain Strikes Back (17)

Chapter 133: The Night of the Wedding, the Reborn Villain Strikes Back (17)

"I want a kiss."

"A kiss will bring down the fever."

Song Chuyi was practically draped over Lin Xu.

If it weren't for Lin Xu's leg issues, Song Chuyi would probably be sitting on top of him.

Lin Xu held Song Chuyi's waist and gently pushed him back onto the sofa.

"Stay still."

"I'll get the medicine."

His tone was unusually firm, revealing a hint of the dominant aura deeply engraved in his soul.

Before Song Chuyi could cling to him again, Lin Xu had already gone to get the thermometer and fever medicine.

Song Chuyi watched Lin Xu's back, hugging his knees and slightly tilting his head.

His beautiful eyes were clouded with a misty sheen.

When Lin Xu returned with the fever medicine, he saw a hint of tears in Song Chuyi's eyes, and his eyelids were red, as if he had been crying.

His heart skipped a beat, and he hurried over.

"Are you in a lot of pain?"

"I'll take you to the hospital."

Song Chuyi shook his head and grabbed Lin Xu's sleeve.

"Do you... hate me?"

Lin Xu was taken aback. "Why do you think that?"

"Because..." Song Chuyi slowly tilted his head; the fever was clouding his thoughts.

"Because what?" Lin Xu's voice softened a little as he took his temperature.

Seeing "38.5" displayed on the digital thermometer, his eyebrows furrowed even more tightly.

His brow furrowed so deeply it formed a crease.

"I don't know." Song Chuyi's answer echoed in his ears, "I feel like I did something really terrible to you."

"So... you should hate me."

Lin Xu realized that in his fevered state, Song Chuyi was conflating himself with the original character from the story.

Hearing this, Lin Xu's mind drifted back to his past life.

In his past life, Song Chuyi had been truly despicable.

He should have hated him to the extreme.

Yes, he should have hated him.

Now, seeing Song Chuyi with his red-rimmed eyes, there wasn't a shred of hatred in Lin Xu's heart.

In fact, the most correct thing for him to do was to leave Song Chuyi behind and let him deal with it on his own.

Because in the previous life, that's exactly what Song Chuyi did—watched him get electrocuted, not lifting a finger to help, and even laughed at him with a cruel, twisted smile as he took his last breath.

Watching him until he was gone for good, with no breath left.

He should have done the same, but something inside him refused to let him go through with it.

Lin Xu's expression darkened slightly as he picked up the water cup beside him and brought it to Song Chuyi's lips.

"Take the medicine."

Song Chuyi gently shook his head. "I won't drink it."

"You hate me, don't you?"

"Do you want me gone?"

As he spoke, his eyes became even redder, and his voice took on a more nasal tone.

"I know I was wrong."

"I won’t hurt you, I swear."

"I just..." Song Chuyi shook his head.

He didn’t know why he had hurt Lin Xu; it wasn’t something he should have been capable of doing.

But the memories in his mind told him that he really had hurt Lin Xu.

He didn’t know what to do.

After a moment of silence, he said in a small voice, "I don't know."

Lin Xu pinched Song Chuyi's chin. "Song Chuyi, do you think by putting on a pitiful act and crying, you can make me soften?"

Song Chuyi stared at him blankly.

His dark, expressive eyes reflected Lin Xu’s stern face.

The tears in his eyes blurred Lin Xu’s reflection, as if he were about to disappear from them.

A wave of anxiety washed over Lin Xu.

"Just take the medicine first."

He gritted his teeth. Was he angry at Song Chuyi, or at himself for being so weak?

Song Chuyi said nothing, but his tightly closed lips told Lin Xu everything he needed to know.

Lin Xu sneered, setting the cup down with a sharp motion, as if he wanted to throw it across the room.

"Song Chuyi, do you think you can get away with this?"

Song Chuyi flinched, lowering his head without a word.

He huddled up, his shirt rumpled, the buttons askew.

His prominent collarbone was inevitably exposed, with faint red scratches visible.

Those were the marks left by Song Chuyi scratching himself.

Even though he hadn't spoken, Lin Xu's heart suddenly tightened, as if an invisible hand squeezed it tightly.

His heart throbbed painfully.

"You..."

His chest heaved dramatically.

"What do you want before you'll take the medicine?"

He couldn't help but soften.

No, perhaps it was more accurate to say he had compromised.

He had compromised in front of the sick Song Chuyi.

Song Chuyi slowly raised his head, his voice soft and gentle.

"Feed me."

Just as Lin Xu was about to agree, he heard Song Chuyi say, "With your mouth."

Lin Xu paused in his motion of picking up the water.

"Who taught you to act so coy?"

Who had taught the mischievous Song Chuyi to act like this, asking to be fed medicine with a kiss?

Song Chuyi thought about it seriously, "In TV dramas, they always feed sick people medicine by mouth."

"When someone is sick, you feed them medicine with your mouth."

Lin Xu’s lips twitched, "Watch fewer dramas."

"Oh," Song Chuyi responded, a look of anticipation on his face as he looked at Lin Xu, "So will you feed me?"

Lin Xu didn't say anything, answering Song Chuyi with action instead.

He placed the fever medicine in his mouth, drank a large gulp of water, and pressed his lips against Song Chuyi's.

Water droplets fell, splashing softly onto Song Chuyi's hand.

His fingertips trembled slightly as he obediently swallowed the fever medicine.

"Satisfied?"

Lin Xu let him go, his voice hoarse.

Song Chuyi's ears turned red, and he nodded slightly.

Lin Xu let out a breath of relief and covered Song Chuyi's legs with the blanket on his lap.

"Don't get too cold."

Song Chuyi was wrapped in a blanket, staring at Lin Xu's legs.

Lin Xu was wearing loose pajama pants, making his legs look almost too spacious.

He knew exactly how those soft, weak calves felt.

After staring for a few seconds, Song Chuyi suddenly reached out and gripped Lin Xu's calf, giving it a squeeze.

Lin Xu instinctively caught his hand at the sight of this.

"Don't move."

Song Chuyi blinked, his tone innocent and candid.

"I just want to squeeze it."

"No, you can't." Lin Xu said in a low voice.

Song Chuyi gave him a pleading look.

"Really can't?"

He stretched out his foot and placed it on Lin Xu's thigh.

Then he pulled up his pajama pants, revealing his slender and fair calf.

"You can squeeze mine anytime you want."

Lin Xu was momentarily dazzled by the flash of pale skin. He forced himself to look away, taking a deep breath.

"No matter how much you squeeze me, I won't feel a thing."

"But I'd be really happy," Song Chuyi said softly.

Lin Xu was startled, not having expected Song Chuyi to say the word "happy."

"Why would you be happy?" he asked.

Song Chuyi replied without hesitation, "Because it means you don't mind me."

His foot had somehow shifted to the center, pressing down gently.

"I can give you a massage, my massage skills are really good."

He had a strange confidence in his abilities.

Lin Xu wanted to refuse, but at that moment, all his attention was drawn to another place.

His Adam's apple moved slightly in restraint, and a thin sheen of sweat appeared on his forehead.

He wanted to stop Song Chuyi but feared that his voice might betray his pride, so he could only watch helplessly as Song Chuyi began to massage his calf.

Worse still, Song Chuyi wasn’t being subtle, using his foot to keep pressing down.

It was... torture.