Hubby's Deep Love Will Never Change-Chapter 1435: It’s Not Like I Haven’t Seen It Before (Part 2)

The door opened, and Song Jiaqi rushed to close it as fast as she could, but the smell... surely it had drifted out, as Ye Yang’s brow furrowed slightly.

Even though he might have tried hard to hide it, that instant reaction was still clear as day to Song Jiaqi.

Two words: Embarrassment.

Four words: Extremely embarrassed!!

"Bang!" She closed the door, looking in another direction.

Ye Yang raised an eyebrow, "Forget it, it’s human nature, such physiological reactions can’t be controlled by anyone."

"You still have to say it!!"

Couldn’t he see the big letters "embarrassment" written on her face?! She absolutely did not want to discuss what had just happened with him, okay!

"I’ll help you, I’ll help you." Ye Yang took the IV bottle from her hand.

Just as Song Jiaqi was about to say something, she suddenly noticed the light spots on his black pants. 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

Seemed like...

When she was vomiting earlier, he had accidentally gotten splashed while standing nearby.

Suddenly, Song Jiaqi raised her hand to cover her chest.

Oh no...

Was it seen again just now!!

"Ahem," Ye Yang also understood, turning his gaze, "Forget it, it’s like this already, what’s there to cover."

What’s supposed to be seen or not seen, has been seen all right?

"If I had any bad intentions, I would’ve acted long ago, would I still wait for you?"

That made sense as now she was too ill to find her bearings, and he usually could easily control her, even more so now?

Clearly, resistance was futile.

However, covering up was a reflex, not something contemplated over.

Ye Yang helped her back onto the hospital bed, and then Song Jiaqi pointed at the spot on his pants, "Didn’t you notice your pants are dirty? You should go home and change."

For someone with a cleanliness obsession, it should be unbearable, right?

Unexpectedly, Ye Yang glanced down and said, "Forget it, I’ll take care of it at home."

"...Eh?"

It doesn’t matter?

Although Song Jiaqi felt more spirited than before after vomiting and diarrhea, it was only comparatively so.

There was still a difference from not being sick.

She was uncomfortable and thus didn’t care whether Ye Yang minded his pants being dirty; it was now early morning, and after such a commotion in the middle of the night, Song Jiaqi felt sleepy, her eyes drooping more and more until she didn’t know when she fell asleep.

Ye Yang sat on the sofa not far away playing on his phone. After a while of quiet in the ward, he looked up to see Song Jiaqi already asleep.

"Asleep?" he tentatively asked.

Song Jiaqi didn’t respond.

Ye Yang walked over, pulled up the slipping quilt over her shoulders.

Her complexion had improved; earlier at home, she was so pale it had frightened him.

However, even in sleep, it was apparent that Song Jiaqi wasn’t sleeping well, her eyelashes frequently fluttering, who knows what dream she was having.

For some reason, Ye Yang remained standing there, looking down at her.

Suddenly, she frowned as if having a nightmare, her body twitching slightly.

Soon enough she began breaking into a cold sweat.

Ye Yang turned and went to the bathroom to wet a hot towel, wiping the cold sweat from her face.

Suddenly, Song Jiaqi grabbed his wrist, her hand also hot.

Ye Yang frowned, felt her forehead with his hand, very hot, and immediately pressed the call button.

Seemed like she had a fever.