Drunk on Marriage, Billionaire's Overindulgent Love-Chapter 760 - 299. [Heartbreaking Fairy Tale] The Beginning of a Dead End (3)_3
The stiff and uncomfortable limbs twisted under the thin quilt, letting out a low call, "...Dad?"
Due to still being ill, even a single word carried a nasal tone.
"I’m not that old."
A cold voice sounded by her ear, completely different from what Lin Chu expected.
Her wriggling body froze, and her muddled brain went blank for a long time.
This is... Lu Huai’an?
As if to verify the answer, Lin Chu’s head slowly turned in the other direction, facing the window.
The light was somewhat glaring. She blinked her eyes open and closed, trying several times before she could barely see anything clearly.
The man’s body bathed in soft light, a halo circling around him; his cold and stern features softened a fraction more than usual.
Just a fraction, though.
But that was already quite rare.
Lu Huai’an squeezed some beige ointment onto his fingertips and applied it to the whip marks on Lin Chu’s back. The pressure wasn’t exactly gentle, but it wasn’t rough either.
The girl stared at him with wide, wet eyes, a bewildered and innocent look on her face. Her cheeks were flushed unnaturally with a persistent low fever, and her long hair lay messily on the pillow, with a few strands stuck to the tip of her nose.
Lu Huai’an let out a cold laugh, a trace of mockery appearing at the corner of his eyes. "Burned stupid again?"
He said ’again.’ If Lin Chu forgot something this time, the statement would be entirely accurate.
"You... why are you here?"
Lin Chu murmured and then suddenly realized that her upper body was almost bare. Even though she was lying on her stomach, without the cover of a thin quilt, it wasn’t much different from lying flat.
The temperature of her cheeks suddenly soared, like a fire spreading, as she awkwardly turned her head back to face away from him.
Without thinking, she raised her hand, ready to pull the thin quilt over herself.
Lu Huai’an quickly pressed down on Lin Chu’s left hand, which was still wrapped in bandages, his dark eyes dimming a shade.
Why are you moving?
Does she not want this hand anymore?
With sharply defined features and no excess emotion, his cold voice was extremely malicious, "You dared to strip and climb into my bed, and now you’re ashamed of showing a little skin? You’ve already slept with me, what’s there to be shy about?"
Lin Chu, "..."
Isn’t there a saying, ’liquid courage’...
She said nothing, burying her face in the pillow; it was unclear if she was embarrassed or turned cold by his words.
Holding her breath, she stubbornly tried to slide her body downward, attempting to shrink into the bedding.
Lu Huai’an’s grip on her arm wasn’t strong, his indifferent gaze watching her squirm, coldly warning, "Lin Chu, try moving again!"
Each word was pronounced carefully, hinting at an underlying threat.
Lin Chu responded better to force than gentleness, so she really didn’t move again.
Lu Huai’an’s cold and stern features remained impassive, his indifferent gaze sweeping over the back of her head. Loosening his grip on her left hand, he continued applying the ointment.
Lin Chu’s mind was still muddled, but more awake than when she was asleep. The man’s slightly rough fingertips gently rubbed her skin, and she couldn’t feel the pain anymore.
There seemed to be an electric current; wherever his fingers touched, it set her ablaze, an uncontrollable shivering sensation swept over her.
Maybe it was a minute, maybe two...
When it finally ended, Lin Chu let out a big sigh of relief.
With her good right hand, she pulled up the corner of the quilt to cover her bare upper body and didn’t look at him, "I’m feeling unwell, no energy to quarrel with you. You should leave."
There was no need to ask why he appeared in her room.
Lu Huai’an took a tissue to wipe his fingers, stood up, his features cold, casually saying, "Just as well, I don’t particularly want to see you either."
With long strides, he walked to the door.
As he opened the bedroom door, Song Jingyuan happened to approach, carrying a bowl of porridge, and asked worriedly, "Huai’an, how’s Xiao Chu, is she awake?"
Lin Zongjun hadn’t gone to the company for four days, reportedly because he was ill, so Mr. and Mrs. Lu brought their son to pay a visit.
Unexpectedly, it was Lin Chu who was sick.
The two men were drinking tea and chatting downstairs in the living room, while Song Jingyuan sent Lu Huai’an upstairs to take care of the future daughter-in-law, and she personally cooked porridge to bring up.
Lu Huai’an closed the door, answering indifferently, "She’s awake, nothing serious."
A young lady raised in luxury, even the soles of her feet were soft and tender, not to mention the skin on her back.
Five whip marks, each one deeper than the last.
