Translator:
Atlas Studios
Editor:
Atlas Studios
Zhuang Nainai turned and saw him standing there in a suit, casting a long slender shadow on the ground.
Zhuang Nainai was dumbstruck.
Oh no!
Would Si Zhengting find out that she was feigning sickness?
She got a shock and stood up in a swift movement.
The swing was thrown back from her force and hit her firmly on her calves on its way down.
It all happened in a rush, and Zhuang Nainai was too stunned to react accordingly. The swing was about to make contact with her legs when a towering figure approached her and…
Thud!
The swing hit Si Zhengting’s legs instead.
The swing was sturdy and made of metal plates. It had fallen from a great height as she had pushed it away with force seconds ago from her shock. Judging from the sound it had made upon contact with his bones, it must have hurt a lot.
Zhuang Nainai crouched down immediately and reached for the legs of his trousers, asking anxiously,
How is it? Are you alright? Does it hurt? Will your bones be okay?
The bottom of his trousers were pushed up to reveal his well-toned calves. The spot where the swing landed was red, but Si Zhengting had not shown any signs of pain. On the other hand, he’d felt himself tense up when Zhuang Nainai’s hands touched his legs.
He calmed his breath and bent down to grab Zhuang Nainai’s shoulders, letting go of her only when he had led her a safe distance away from the swing.
Zhuang Nainai was still worrying about his legs, but the first thing he said was,
It’s windy here.
Zhuang Nainai froze in her movements.
It’s windy here.
Such simple words, spoken in such a cool and casual manner, but it still showed his care and concern.
He was not concerned about his leg even now. But, for her?
A wave of warmth and gratitude washed over her, along with a tinge of guilt.
She was faking the illness!
Zhuang Nainai wished she was feeling unwell for real.
She smiled brightly and explained,
I have a bit of a headache, so I came out for some fresh air. Why aren’t you at your mother’s?
Even though they had agreed to start afresh, Si Zhengting did not want her to know that he had bailed on his mother for her.
Therefore, he ended up saying,
Yeah, she had something on at the last minute.
Zhuang Nainai wondered mockingly if she really had something on or if she wanted to avoid meeting her as well…
She was deep in thought when Si Zhengting stepped forward and wrapped his arms around her waist. She was then up in the air and in his arms in a second.
Zhuang Nainai clung onto his neck from the surprise. He remained expressionless and turned to carry her towards the house.
There were so many maids in the living room!
Zhuang Nainai struggled to get down, but he commanded,
Don’t move.
She stopped fidgeting at once and dared not to move again.
Si Zhengting carried her up the stairs to their bedroom and retrieved a new thermometer from a black plastic bag.
Measure your temperature.
Zhuang Nainai was lost for words.
Zhuang Nainai took her temperature under the watchful eyes of Si Zhengting. He took a quick look and said,
Normal temperature.
Zhuang Nainai could no longer keep up with the pretense, but the show must go on. She continued,
I just have a headache…
She could not fake a fever, but even if they were to go to the hospital for a check up, no one could accuse her of a fake headache!
