Lu Zhaoyang tossed and turned in bed, feeling uncomfortable . She subconsciously scratched her arms .
Meanwhile, Huo Yunting, who was half-sleep in another room, felt too pompous when he thought of Lu Zhaoyang, who was sleeping next door .
He missed her, apparently, but he did not want to admit it .
Huo Yunting closed his eyes and forced himself to fall asleep . In his stupor, he felt that someone approaching and lay down beside him .
He could smell the familiar breath, a soft little hand rested on his waist, and head snuggled in his arms .
“Huo Yunting…” The voice was soft and a little choked .
“Now, it is you who throws yourself at me . ”
Huo Yunting turned around and threw himself on top of her . His hand slipped into her nightdress to fondle the body that he long missed .
“Hmm… Hmm…”
Lu Zhaoyang bit her lip . She felt her head was getting heavy .
Huo Yunting moved to kiss her neck . She panted and said, “It is painful…”
He shifted to kiss her earlobe, blowing hot breath into her ear . I have not penetrated yet . Which part of you is painful?”
“Huo Yunting, it is painful!”
Lu Zhaoyang clung on him with hands wrapping around his back and almost broke out in tears .
Huo Yunting noticed in her voice that something was not right; he switched on the bedside lamp .
The woman under him had red bumps on her arm and the neck .
Apparently, she did it to herself, he thought .
“What are you doing? Do you have nothing else to do but self-harm to gain my sympathy?” He flipped over and lay back down . “Get the hell out of here, and don’t disturb my sleep . ”
Lu Zhaoyang lay still in bed, scratching her arm, and inadvertently, her belly, which was exposed earlier after Huo Yunting raised her nightdress .
There were hives on her belly too .
“Huo Yunting, I feel itchy . ”
Lu Zhaoyang nuzzled her head against him; she came because she was not well .
Itchy?
“What have you eaten?” Huo Yun’s brows arched . He quickly grabbed her hands . “No more scratching!”
“It is itchy if I don’t scratch it . It feels painful after I scratch it . ”
“Hang on! Put on your clothes, I am bringing you to the hospital!” Still holding her wrists, Huo Yunting said, “I will tie you up if you struggle again!”
Lu Zhaoyang felt extremely unwell . But she quickly relented when threatened .
It took them ten minutes before they finally got dressed and rushed out .
With one hand on the steering wheel, Huo Yunting held Lu Zhaoyang’s wrist with another, so that she could not scratch .
“What caused the allergy?”
He made out that this was the symptoms of allergy .
“I ate what you ate . We have had those dishes before . ”
The messy scene of his bedroom came to mind . “Could it be the cake?” Huo Yunting asked .
“Arg…” Please stop asking, she really had no idea .
“Fine, stop talking . And no more scratching . ”
Huo Yunting saw this reaction for the time since knowing her long ago .
In the hospital, the doctor ordered a blood transfusion after examining her .
The allergic symptoms had spread to her face . It looked like Lu Zhaoyang would not be able to go to work tomorrow .
Huo Yunting sat on the edge of the bed, clutching her wrist and looking at her pale red face .
“Apart from rose, what flower did you buy?”
“Well, jasmine . ” She never knew she was allergic to jasmine pollen .
She had come into contact with jasmine pollen before but just briefly . But tonight, she slept in a room that was jasmine pollen-ridden .
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