The Cold-hearted CEO's Unwanted Bride
Chapter 45: You’re this sick and still calling his name?

Chapter 45: Chapter 45: You’re this sick and still calling his name?

Being pampered and cherished in the palm of someone’s hand only makes a person feel more aggrieved. Qin Yan’s voice choked as she said, "Bo Yunshen, I almost died on the rooftop... It’s all your fault. Why do you have to provoke so many unworthy admirers?!"

"It’s my fault, my fault, I’m sorry Yanyan, I won’t let this happen again, you can be sure of that!"

Bo Yunshen embraced her tightly, declaring earnestly, "I swear, no matter where you’ve gotten lost, I will find you and bring you back. Yanyan, I won’t let you suffer the slightest grievance again."

Qin Yan curled up in Bo Yunshen’s embrace, soaking him with her tears and sweat. Despite being someone with severe germophobia, at that moment, he just wanted her to stop crying.

He lowered his head, and lovingly kissed away the tears on Qin Yan’s face, coaxing gently:

"Yanyan, will you trust me one more time, please?"

Qin Yan finally managed to stop her tears, nodding heavily at Bo Yunshen, giving him an affirmative response.

"Hmm! Bo Yunshen, if something like this happens again, you must find me sooner. I was really scared..."

...

"Bo Yunshen..."

In the spacious hospital room, the woman’s murmurs were faint and light. Bo Yunshen, who had been dozing off with his head propped up, suddenly opened his eyes, sharp as a hawk’s.

He looked up at the IV bag, which was already half empty.

The man thought Qin Yan had awakened, so he glanced over to the hospital bed. However, she still lay there lifelessly, her complexion pale, eyes closed, not appearing as if she were about to wake up.

Instead, it was Qin Yan’s lips moving, her tone urgent as she called out his name, her voice full of profound affection, as if calling out to a lover of many lifetimes.

Did Bo Yunshen feel a sudden strangeness in his heart as he was called by Qin Yan?

He didn’t delve into the reasons but instead lowered his gaze, casting a shadow of melancholy on his lower eyelids.

Lying here sick as a dog, and still calling his name? Was she really that fond of him?

The man inwardly sneered, could a person like Qin Yan truly have genuine feelings?

If she did, why did she drive Manman away three years ago?

"Bo Yunshen... Yunshen..."

Qin Yan called out again, her complexion white as a sheet, her tone becoming increasingly frantic, and the furrows between Bo Yunshen’s brows grew deeper.

He shifted his position, observing Qin Yan inquisitively.

How had Qin Yan come to like him?

No sooner had this question crossed his mind than it seemed to take root in his heart. Driven by some inexplicable force, Bo Yunshen pulled his chair forward, his scrutinizing gaze falling upon Qin Yan’s face.

Inconceivably, even in the heat of summer, Qin Yan could spike a fever; she looked very uncomfortable, her pretty little face flushed lightly.

Fine beads of sweat emerged on her smooth, full forehead, making Qin Yan seem even more frail.

A layer of fine, almost imperceptible fuzz covered her cheeks, outlining the delicateness of her skin, bright and captivating.

Yanyan’s eyelashes were fine and long, softly resting on her lower eyelids, her nose bridge strikingly high, her originally rosy lips, because of her illness, tinged with a trace of pallor.

Her facial features were radiant and profound; even someone like Bo Yunshen, who had always disliked Yanyan, couldn’t deny that she was an exceptional beauty. Despite his years in the business world and the countless women he had seen, Yanyan’s appearance stood out among them all.

It was as if God had carved her with meticulous attention, without a single flaw.

Bo Yunshen’s gaze suddenly fell upon the corner of Yanyan’s lips. Perhaps his way of carrying her to the hospital was too rough, a few strands of her hair scattered slightly messily across her face, with one strand falling on the corner of Yanyan’s lips, sucked into her mouth.

Bo Yunshen’s gaze was profound; he had a severe case of germophobia, and upon seeing this scene, he should have felt disgusted, but for some reason, he found that even when Yanyan was lying down, she was full of lively charm and incredibly appealing.

Realizing what he was thinking, Bo Yunshen shuddered, his eyes darkening with gloom. Yanyan’s skills in seducing men were indeed formidable; even lying still as if dead, she did not forget her innate instincts.

He turned his head away, but couldn’t resist looking back again after a while.

The strand of hair caught between Yanyan’s lips grew increasingly bothersome in Bo Yunshen’s eyes.

Bo Yunshen, squinting his eyes, involuntarily extended his clearly jointed hand, touching Yanyan’s cheek, and with a slight hook of his little finger, he teased the bothersome strand of hair out of her mouth.

Yanyan’s face tickled, her dream still in the hospital, then the scene froze, and it was still Bo Yunshen’s exquisitely handsome face.

Hand in hand, they walked to the small river behind the school, the sunlight was bright, the grass and trees lush.

Nearby, a young couple sat on a riverbank bench, kissing without a care in the world. Bo Yunshen saw this and looked at Yanyan with an intense gaze.

Their relationship was very good; when Bo Yunshen looked over, his gaze unabashedly fell on her lips, and Yanyan instantly understood what Bo Yunshen was thinking.

Surrounded by people, Yanyan, who blushed easily, almost instinctively covered her lips with her hand as soon as Bo Yunshen made a move. She shook her head in a fluster, "We can’t do this here..."

Rejected, Bo Yunshen was somewhat displeased, and crouched down, his tall and smooth body hidden in the grass, emanating a few dim strands of light for no reason.

"Yunshen, are you... angry?"

Yanyan cautiously moved closer and whispered, "There are people here... Can we go back, please?"

Her face tickled, and Bo Yunshen swept a foxtail across her face a couple of times while holding it in his hand, his lips holding a slight grin with a touch of mischief. Where was there any sign of anger?

Instead of being upset, Yanyan found herself being teased by Bo Yunshen, who was now sweeping the foxtail across her face.

Yanyan felt an increasing itchiness on her face, and she backed away repeatedly, even unable to suppress a giggle, "Bo Yunshen, it’s very ticklish, stop it..."

As the itchiness on her face ceased, Yanyan opened her eyes, only to see that Bo Yunshen had turned his back on her at some point.

She settled her breath, which had become slightly labored from laughter, her face adorned with obvious joy, and then reached out to pull at Bo Yunshen’s arm, "Bo Yunshen, I’m hungry..."

The man didn’t move. Yanyan tilted her head and called out a few more times, "Bo Yunshen? Did you hear me? Yunshen..."

She tilted her head, trying to catch a glimpse of Bo Yunshen’s face, but he suddenly moved, abruptly turning his head, his stern gaze landing squarely on Yanyan.

Yanyan was startled, and abruptly awoke from the deep sleep.

The boy from the past had vanished!

In the moment their eyes met, Bo Yunshen was caught off guard, even failing to withdraw his hand from Yanyan’s face in time.

Yanyan’s eyes still held confusion, and they were very close; Bo Yunshen could even feel the warm, thin breath that Yanyan exhaled, carrying a faint unease.