The Favored Heiress
Chapter 184: Are You Running a Fever?

Chapter 184: Chapter 184: Are You Running a Fever?

Li Qiao was very clear about what she should do, and just before she left, her relationship with Shang Yu had made progress.

Perhaps, it was all fate.

Shang Yu was silent for a few seconds, then propped on her shoulders to create some distance between them, and bent down to pick up the ginger tea from the table to hand it to her, stroking her head with a gentle voice, "Since you’ve made up your mind, then go."

His girl wasn’t a canary. As the most outstanding graduate of South Sea Medical University, she shouldn’t stop her mission for him.

Holding the ginger tea, Li Qiao took small sips, the steam brushing against her smiling cheeks, casting a delightful and bright beauty in the man’s eyes.

Her skin was like jade, her beauty etched deep into the bone.

A flame kindled in the depths of Shang Yu’s eyes as the palm that was stroking the top of her head naturally slid down to her shoulder.

At that moment, Li Qiao felt the burning gaze beside her. She licked the ginger tea from the corner of her mouth, turned her gaze, and saw the man’s handsome face just inches away.

Their breaths intertwined delicately, Li Qiao’s thick eyelashes fluttered, and the next second... a shadow fell, covering the light in her eyes.

Shang Yu cradled Li Qiao’s cheek with one hand, and leaned down to capture her lips.

His kiss was light, shallow, not deep, just the rubbing of their lips was enough to stir the soul.

The taste of ginger tea spread on their lips, sweet and a bit warm.

After a gentle kiss, Shang Yu pecked at the dazed corner of Li Qiao’s eye, and in a coaxing tone, he patted her shoulder with a husky voice, "Finish the ginger tea, and rest early."

Li Qiao’s breath slightly chaotic, finished the rest of the ginger tea, and fled the living room with blushing ears.

Back in the guest room, Li Qiao leaned against the door, feeling her whole body heat up. Everything had happened too quickly, and she hadn’t had time to react.

She only knew that when he came close to her, she closed her eyes instinctively.

Li Qiao looked down and touched the corner of her mouth, her eyes smiling, as if his taste was still there.

In the living room, after Li Qiao returned to her room, Shang Yu stood alone in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows with his hands behind his back, gazing into the inky night, his eyes deep and swirling.

At that time, Liuyun came walking leisurely, stood behind the man, and bowed, "Boss, the person has been sent back to the Secret Hall, and there is no immediate danger to their life."

"Hmm," Shang Yu replied, gazing motionlessly outside the window, "Find some time to contact Jiang Hande from the Renhe Laboratory, and donate a batch of the latest gene sequencing medical equipment in the name of the charity foundation for their research use."

Liuyun nodded, "Yes, boss."

...

The next day, the sky cleared up, and after a night of sudden rain, the air on South Sea Mountain was fresh, carrying an invigorating scent of pine and grass.

In the dining room, Li Qiao sat across from Shang Yu, the two of them quietly eating breakfast.

The man elegantly cut his toast, looking up at Li Qiao, "When are you going to the laboratory?"

Sipping her milk, Li Qiao’s eyes were serene, she pondered for a few seconds, "Probably next week."

"Hmm, if the laboratory needs anything special, you can tell Liuyun," Shang Yu added as he brought the toast to his lips.

Li Qiao smiled lightly, gratefully accepting.

Shortly after, Li Qiao put down her cutlery first, holding her cup of milk, and scrutinizing Shang Yu across the table.

The man ate his breakfast with a measured pace; his shirt sleeves were rolled up to his forearms, showing the vein-lined muscles underneath.

Li Qiao watched for half a minute, then suddenly her eyes flashed with suspicion and narrowed.

The man’s skin was naturally a healthy wheat color, but now the area around his eyes and cheeks had a faint, unnoticeable flush.

The more Li Qiao looked, the more suspicious she became. She leaned forward, resting her elbows on the table edge, her gaze intensifying.

Her stare was so intense that, the next instant, Shang Yu’s deep eyes fell on Li Qiao, his thin lips smiling, "What are you looking at?"

Li Qiao shook her head while she stood up, and walked to his side, leaning against the table edge to continue gazing at him.

Shang Yu put down his cutlery, his gaze met hers warmly.

After a while, Li Qiao crossed her arms and slowly leaned forward to conclude, "Master Yan, do you have a fever?"

The moment she spoke, Li Qiao’s hand happened to rest on the man’s forehead.

She used the back of her hand to check the temperature, then compared it to her own, frowning slightly, "It’s a bit hot."

At that moment, Shang Yu pulled down her wrist from his forehead, his thumb gently caressing her skin, "It’s nothing, it won’t affect anything."

His palm too felt slightly hot.

Listening to Shang Yu’s indifferent tone, Li Qiao glanced at him, "Do we have a thermometer at home?"

This man was reserved and cool tempered, she hadn’t expected him to take his own health so lightly.