She Rebuilt Her Fallen Country With Storage Space
Chapter 230: 230: Jie Chen, Close Your Eyes

Chapter 230: Chapter 230: Jie Chen, Close Your Eyes

She had just reached the doorway when she heard the faint sound of coughing from inside.

Xiang Ying hadn’t even spoken when Jie Chen keenly noticed someone outside the door.

“Do not come in, if there’s anything, ask the Monkey,” he said.

Jie Chen’s voice carried a light hoarseness as he spoke.

Xiang Ying hesitated for a moment: “It’s me. Tao Xue just made some lamb soup, and I brought you a bowl.”

There was a brief silence inside, then Jie Chen quickly replied: “Thank you, but no need.”

Xiang Ying leaned against the door frame: “I’ll just put the lamb soup inside and leave.”

“No need,” Jie Chen suppressed his cough, his voice becoming restrained, “I’m not hungry. You eat it.”

However, Xiang Ying was already trying to push the door open, only to find that it wouldn’t budge.

Most likely Jie Chen had bolted it from the inside.

She thought for a moment and said: “Fine, then I’ll leave the lamb soup on the floor. If it’s convenient, come out and take it. I’ll go back now.”

“It’s best to bring it in soon. It’s heavily snowing. It will get cold and undrinkable.”

Listening to the footsteps receding outside the door, Jie Chen propped his heavy head and sat up on the bed.

His ink-black hair was loose, making his already profound brows appear even deeper, but the abnormal flush on his face revealed his weariness. Even his breathing was uneven, necessitating small gasps through partially open lips.

He hadn’t intended to take the lamb soup from outside, but if he left the bowl out there, patrolling soldiers would see it.

Rather than have even more people knock on his door, it was better to bring it inside first.

Jie Chen waited until Xiang Ying was far away before opening the bolt.

As the door was pulled open a crack, the cold wind swept in, bringing snowflakes with it.

In that moment, he felt not just the cold, but also a whiff of gardenia-like fragrance.

Jie Chen’s eyes flickered with bewilderment, and just as he was about to close the door, a treasure sword was thrust through the gap, blocking it from closing.

It seemed his illness had weakened him, and he was no match for Xiang Ying. She took the opportunity to slip inside, while he remained hidden behind the door.

Seeing her enter, Jie Chen retreated repeatedly until his back hit the desk at the far end of the room.

He covered his mouth and nose, his angled brows now expressing fierce urgency.

“Who allowed you to come in? Get out! Cough…” He couldn’t finish his sentence without a severe cough.

Xiang Ying, holding the lamb soup, looked at him.

His face was unnaturally red and his disheveled ink-black hair spilled onto his neck, with a few damp strands sticking to his forehead, making his dark eyes shine even brighter.

Not only did Xiang Ying not leave, but she even closed the door behind her.

Jie Chen glared at her: “Xiang Ying! Cough, cough…”

“Stop yelling when you’re this sick, let’s see how high your fever is.”

She casually took out a thermometer from her space and walked towards Jie Chen.

Jie Chen’s eyebrows furrowed into a ‘川’: “Don’t come near! Go out, I might have the plague.”

He turned away, his coughing severe, his hand tightly covering his mouth as if to prevent the transmission to Xiang Ying.

“The plague isn’t scary, it’s like a common cold or fever. Some medicine will cure it. What I fear is that you refuse to see the doctor, and by not treating it, you’ll turn a non-issue into a real illness.”

As Xiang Ying spoke, she already reached his side.

She tried to touch Jie Chen’s forehead, but he wouldn’t allow it, seizing her wrist with his own hand.

Xiang Ying raised her eyebrows slightly.

She set down the thermometer and forcefully touched Jie Chen’s forehead with both hands. He was too weak to resist her, especially with the fever, and he was no match for her.

In just a moment, she had overpowered his hands, and even pushed him onto the bed.

“Xiang Ying!” Jie Chen struggled to rise, only to be pressed back down firmly by the shoulders.

The next second, Xiang Ying pressed a knee onto his legs, preventing him from sitting up.

Jie Chen’s eyes were bloodshot as he hoarsely said: “Do you want to die together with me?”

Xiang Ying laughed, her black hair and red lips radiant, a captivating light sparkling in her eyes.

“How about it, do you want to live and die together with me?”

Jie Chen awkwardly turned his gaze away.

Xiang Ying snorted coldly: “Don’t even think about such good fortune, I won’t let you die, clamp down now.”

She gave Jie Chen’s buttocks a pat, and his whole body tensed up instantly.

“Clamp what?”

Xiang Ying’s slender fingertips held up a thermometer: “Of course, this. What were you thinking?”

She admitted to herself that she liked good-looking men, especially Jie Chen’s physique, but she wasn’t a beast, okay!

With the thermometer placed under the arm, Xiang Ying cautioned: “Don’t move, I’m timing it, take it down after five minutes.”

The fierce struggle inside Jie Chen abated, and he could only turn his head to look deeply at her with his thin eyes.

He saw Xiang Ying, just like before, lively as ever, pulling out a copper basin and various bottles and jars of medicine from within her sleeves.

Lastly, she produced a needle with a sharp point. When she pushed it forward, tiny droplets trickled down from the sharp, iron-like needle tip.

Jie Chen felt that being pierced by such a thing might be fatal.

But at that moment, he somehow nurtured a thought—

Dying at Xiang Ying’s hands wouldn’t be so bad.

Because she would surely provide him with a peaceful resting place for his bones, and perhaps like scar face, she might carry something of his close to her.

She would never forget him for the rest of her life.

When Xiang Ying turned around, she caught Jie Chen looking at her with an affectionate gaze.

Bravo, little lad, playing sick has made you drop the act?

Just a while ago, his eyes were full of coldness.

Xiang Ying checked the thermometer and saw it was 40°C!

She exclaimed in surprise: “Good thing I came. Had I been a little later, we might’ve had to prepare for your departure.”

Following her words, Jie Chen murmured: “Good thing you came.”

Otherwise, he wouldn’t even be able to see her one last time.

Xiang Ying took out the prepared anti-inflammatory and antipyretic.

“Lie still, don’t move. I’m going to give you an injection.”

Jie Chen, observing the medicine inside the thick syringe, couldn’t help but ask: “What is this medicine?”

Xiang Ying glanced at him, her red lips parting in a laugh.

“Forget Love Medicine, one jab and the illness is gone. You’ll not only recover but also forget about me. Do you like it?”

Jie Chen was taken aback, turning his head away: “I don’t want it.”

Xiang Ying pressed him: “Why not? You won’t need my help anymore, this is good for both of us.”

“I said I don’t want it!” Jie Chen retorted with all his might, his thin eyes looking at her, waves of shock rolling in them.

His voice was hoarse, every word deliberate: “If you don’t want me, I won’t come near you, but you can’t just decide for me to forget you, it’s too unfair.”

Xiang Ying, originally just teasing him, was genuinely stunned now.

When had she ever said she didn’t want him?

“If you don’t take the injection, you’ll die.”

“Then let it be,” he coughed, his eyes growing redder, “if you dare to give me this injection, I’d rather dash myself to death.”

Xiang Ying stood beside the bedstead, bending over to look at his stubborn and profound gaze.

His handsome face was flushed with red, a sign of his severe illness, his breath uneven between his thin lips.

Xiang Ying hid the needle behind her, lips curving into a slight smile.

“Jie Chen, close your eyes.”