Quadruplets’ Charm: The Tycoon’s Hidden Heirs
Chapter 475 - 474: Like a Frail Breeze

Chapter 475: Chapter 474: Like a Frail Breeze

Ye Sihan’s hands shook as he held hers.

He had... a nightmare?

It must be about her.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t have said—thank goodness, you’re by my side.

She just didn’t know what he dreamt about. Did he dream about jumping into the sea?

Xing Ling lifted her hand, slowly pulled his arms apart, got up, and went to call the maid to clean up the broken glass on the floor.

She left with her laptop in hand.

Back in her room, Xing Ling sat on the sofa, her mind in turmoil.

Her emotions had been affected by Ye Sihan.

She had said before, they couldn’t let Ye Sihan stay here.

It had only been two days, and already it was like this.

What about later?

At lunch, Ye Sihan acted as if everything were normal again.

Xing Ling ate with a sullen face, calmly saying, "You’re not sleeping well? If not, you could go see a doctor at the hospital here."

"Will you come with me?"

"I’ll let my second brother go with you, I don’t understand these things," Xing Ling said.

"I’ve seen a doctor before, they prescribed sleeping pills," Ye Sihan lost interest in going to the hospital.

Xing Ling’s expression faltered; surely he didn’t expect her to accompany him to the hospital.

If he wanted to go, he could go; it wasn’t her body, after all.

After lunch, she returned to her room for a nap, not sure how long she had slept when a knock on the door woke her up.

Xing Ling got out of bed with sleepy eyes, opened the door, and saw the maid standing outside, "What’s wrong?"

"Mr. Ye asked me to make him coffee, but when I knocked on the door, there was no response. I hope nothing’s happened," the maid said worriedly.

Xing Ling was startled, thinking of Ye Sihan’s not fully recovered body. She panicked, her sleepiness gone, and hurried to Ye Sihan’s room.

She knocked twice on the door, "Ye Sihan, are you there?"

Just like the maid had said, there was no response from inside.

Xing Ling had no choice but to push the door open and enter.

She did not see Ye Sihan in the bedroom, only his suit jacket taken off and left on the sofa.

She noticed the bathroom door was closed tight.

Approaching, she saw Ye Sihan’s silhouette on the frosted glass and breathed a sigh of relief, asking, "Ye Sihan, what are you doing in there?"

But the person inside did not answer her.

Xing Ling didn’t know what was happening. Seeing Ye Sihan’s silhouette, it looked like he was sitting on a stool. Could he be feeling unwell again?

She couldn’t think too much, she opened the bathroom door.

There, she saw Ye Sihan sitting on a stool with only a towel wrapped around him, lost in thought.

Hearing someone come in, he lifted his head and stared intently at Xing Ling.

"What... what are you doing? You didn’t hear the knocking, fine, but you didn’t hear me calling you either?" Xing Ling’s face showed her displeasure.

"I wanted to take a shower," Ye Sihan looked towards the shower, "but my wound can’t get wet."

Xing Ling was astounded as if seeing a ghost; such a simple problem stumped him?

Ye Sihan, since when have you been so weak?

Even his eight-year-old son wouldn’t be so indecisive!

"Then use a towel to wipe yourself down," said Xing Ling, about to leave.

"Wipe myself?"

Xing Ling looked at him in disbelief, "You expect me to wipe you?"

"Could you please help me? I don’t want to do it myself."

"How did you bathe before?"

"I didn’t."

Xing Ling’s lips tightened. Bathing Ye Sihan... that was too intimate!

"I feel uncomfortable all over, and it makes it even harder to sleep," Ye Sihan said. "Just the upper body is fine, I can wash the lower half myself."

Xing Ling felt like she was on the verge of breaking down.

Who the hell suggested that Ye Sihan stay here!!

She gave up resisting, turned around to get a towel, dampened it with hot water, and approached Ye Sihan, "Stand up."

"You’re going to wash me? Thanks." Ye Sihan obediently stood up.

Xing Ling found his words awkward, and washing his body was even more awkward.

Try to treat it as a job.

It’s just wiping a body, what could it be.

Start with the back, this can give oneself an adjustment process.

After wiping the back three times, she told him to turn around, then wiped the front.

The pressure of being face to face was much greater, especially feeling Ye Sihan’s constant staring.

Xing Ling could only pretend not to notice, and earnestly wiped his chest.

As the lines of his muscles undulated, her heartbeat followed suit, probably more evident than the electrocardiogram that could be taken in a hospital.

Ye Sihan had reached his limit, he could hold back while facing away, but face to face, he really couldn’t control himself.

His breathing could be suppressed, but what about mentally?

Only when he intentionally let Xing Ling notice that scene did he turn around, "Sorry."

Xing Ling’s hand froze there, her face burning, and with some angry embarrassment, she tossed the towel aside, "That’s enough." Then she turned and left.

Xing Ling went straight back to her own room.

She collapsed onto the bed and covered her head with a pillow.

What was Ye Sihan thinking? Just by wiping his body, he had such a big reaction?

That’s enough!

A knock on the door sounded, and Xing Ling’s tone was not pleasant, "Come in."

Someone came in, but stood beside her bed.

Xing Ling realized too late that something was amiss.

Lifting the pillow from her head, she glared at Ye Sihan, "Who let you in? Get out!" She had been so irritated that she forgot it was her who had allowed the person knocking to come in.

Ye Sihan did not argue, just said, "I came to apologize. It was a physiological issue, I couldn’t help it."

Xing Ling did not want to hear his explanation.

"For three years, I have lived a chaste life, thinking I could control myself, don’t be angry."

Xing Ling thought, chaste?

Xing Yanjie had said the same thing, and she had not believed it at the time.

Ye Sihan approached the bed, crouching in front of her without any aggression, gazing up at her defensive little face from below, "Forgive me?"

"You can wipe yourself down later," Xing Ling’s gaze shifted to another side.

"Okay."

"Then can you move away?" Xing Ling did not want him so close, especially in this position, as it made her feel strange inside.

"Okay." Ye Sihan stood up, his dark pupils flickering with depth, and suddenly he toppled over, pinning Xing Ling onto the bed—

"Ah!" Xing Ling lay on the bed, looking up in astonishment at the man trying to get up. "Ye Sihan, get up... get off me!"

"I’m a bit anemic, wait a second." Ye Sihan closed his eyes, resting his head on Xing Ling’s shoulder, "It will pass soon."

Xing Ling’s body tensed up. Was this real or fake? Had he become that weak?

But she dared not push him away.

Anemic, and a chest wound that hadn’t fully healed meant she just had to endure it.

Ye Sihan, intoxicated by Xing Ling’s body scent, found the close contact only made him more covetous.

Having been too dominant before, now, he could only resort to feigned weakness to get close to her.

"Are you feeling any better?" Xing Ling waited for a long time, unable to resist speaking.

"I’m fine now." Ye Sihan couldn’t "rest" too long; it would raise suspicion.

He got up from her and stood properly.

Xing Ling hurriedly got out of the bed and moved aside, straightening her clothes.

Seeing the tense expression on her face, Ye Sihan said, "You rest."

Only when she heard the sound of the room door closing did Xing Ling breathe a sigh of relief.

Her body was still affected by Ye Sihan’s touch.

The Ye Sihan of now was nothing like he used to be, almost as if he was fragile.