C3 Chapter 3

"Yeah, a little. " Fu Zichen answered. He quickly took off his tie, took off his suit, and threw it on the bed.

Tang Luoran went forward and tied the suit on the bed into the closet. Fu Zichen had already jumped over her and walked to the bathroom.

"I called you back because. . . " Tang Luoran turned around.

However, with a bang, the bathroom door was closed, cutting off all her voice.

Not long after, the sound of water splashing came from the bathroom.

Staring at the well-built body projected from the glass door of the bathroom, Tang Luoran was speechless for a moment.

The night of the wedding suddenly appeared in her mind. When Fu Zichen returned to the wedding room, he was also very drunk. She took the initiative to help him up in exchange for a dense and wild kiss from him.

The kiss was hot and humid, as if it was going to swallow her alive. The kiss was so intense that the sky turned dark. Both of them fell to the soft bed at the same time.

It was the only time they had come into contact after that incident. It was also the most intimate time, as if it was a routine.

On the second day, everything returned to its original state, and they became the most familiar strangers.

Tang Luoran had never thought that such a calm and peaceful life would last for five whole years.

Tang Luoran had been sitting by the bed waiting for Fu Zichen to come out. After all, she did not forget the purpose of her return today. However, the sound of the water flowing in the bathroom did not seem to reduce. She hurriedly glanced at the bathroom door and continued to wait anxiously.

After about an hour, Tang Luoran finally got up. She quickly walked to the glass door of the bathroom and knocked on it twice. "Fu Zichen?"

No one answered in the bathroom.

"Fu Zichen? Are you still there?"

"Fu Zichen?"

Tang Luoran clenched her fists and knocked twice. Her ears carefully listened to the sounds coming from inside, but other than the sound of flowing water, there was nothing else.

She became anxious all of a sudden. She quickly walked back to the cabinet under the dressing table and took out the key to unlock it. She fiddled with the bathroom door for a while and the moment she opened the door to the side, a wave of heat swept over.

In the rising fog, Tang Luoran saw the man in the bathtub with half of his strong back exposed at first glance. His wheat-colored muscular arms were on both sides of the bathtub and his entire body was immersed in the pool water.

Tang Luoran's face was half red, but she had to face the steaming hot air in the room and walk to Fu Zichen's side.

The man seemed to have fallen asleep. His eyes were tightly shut and his pale red lips were pursed coldly. His brows were slightly knitted, as if he would not be obedient even if he fell asleep.

Smelling the light scent that belonged only to men, Tang Luoran's face was slightly tipsy. She squatted down and gently touched Fu Zichen's shoulder with her fingertip.

Fu Zichen, on the other hand, acted as if he did not feel anything. He still maintained this position.

Tang Luoran finally felt that something was wrong, especially the burning sensation from her fingertip just now.

She raised the back of her hand and touched Fu Zichen's forehead. After a light touch, she immediately let go of his hand. The hot temperature made Tang Luoran realize that Fu Zichen was not only drunk, but also had a fever!

Was this a light fever caused by overworking?

Tang Luoran seemed to be able to feel the heat emitted from the man in front of her. When she carefully looked at his brows that were still tightly knitted in his sleep, her heart also tightened into a ball.

No matter how much work he had to do, no matter how serious the matter was, he still had to pay attention to rest. Ah. . .

This man really doesn't cherish his own body!

Then what should I do now? If he continued to indulge Fu Zichen in the pond, his condition would definitely worsen.

The first thing she needed to do now was to drag Fu Zichen out of the pool, then help him dry his body and then put him on the big bed.

Just thinking about this matter was enough to make Tang Luoran's face turn red and her heart beat fast.

After thinking for a few seconds, Tang Luoran simply gritted her teeth and bent down, wrapped around Fu Zichen's lean body, and lifted him up with force.

Throughout the whole process, Tang Luoran kept her head down. She didn't even have the courage to look at Fu Zichen.

Especially when she took the towel to wipe the unspeakable part of the man. Her fingers trembled several times, and her lower lip was almost bitten by her.

Tang Luoran was not considered short, about 1. 6 or 1. 7 meters, but Fu Zichen's 1. 85 meters tall body pressed down on her shoulder, making it very difficult for her to even take a step forward.

It was not easy to put Fu Zichen on the bed, but Tang Luoran was already tired and panting. She did not care about rest and pulled the bedding to help Fu Zichen. Then she went downstairs to pour water to get the fever medicine. She also twisted a towel soaked in ice water and put it on Fu Zichen's forehead to cool him down.

It was only around three o'clock in the morning that Fu Zichen's body temperature finally showed signs of dropping.

Tang Luoran finally relaxed. She washed the towel and hung it on the balcony. Then she turned around and went back to the bedroom, but only took two steps.

"Doo Doo Doo. . . " The silent atmosphere was broken by the sudden ringtone of the phone.

In the middle of the night, the ringtone rang too suddenly and gave Tang Luoran a fright. Her first reaction was to see if Fu Zichen was disturbed by this sound on the bed, but when she found that the man's breathing was still steady and did not show any signs of waking up, she let out a light breath.

Tang Luoran quickly moved her legs and lightly stepped on the floor. She walked to the closet where Fu Zichen was wearing his suit. She took out the big screen phone from his suit pocket and pressed the silent button.

The phone stopped vibrating crazily, but the screen was still flashing. The two words Little Zi on the screen did not escape Tang Luoran's sight.

It was Yin Zi.

This understanding made Tang Luoran feel that something in her throat was stuffed with something bitter. She wanted to swallow it but could not swallow it. She could not spit it out.

She tightly held the large black super clear screen. After two seconds of silence, she left the bedroom. However, she didn't notice that the moment she quietly closed the bedroom door, the man on the bed frowned.