One Birth Two Treasures: The Billionaire's Sweet Love Novel - Chapter 370
Chapter 370: I do not want breakfast; I want to eat you.
She was oblivious to the oozing cuts on her arms as her focus was centered on his falling body, and she rushed to cup his face in her hands.
“Mu Yazhe… come sit up. I’ll feed you your medication…”
There was no response from him.
The pain had robbed him of his consciousness.
She hugged his shoulders and attempted to help him sit up. Unfortunately, his body was too heavy for her to lift.
She looked frustratingly at the tablets in her hand and then at the man’s face which was contorted with pain. Telling herself that there was no time to lose, she hurriedly got another glass of water and rested his head on a cushion on the sofa.
As she held his nape to steady his face upward, she dissolved the tablets in the water before she took a mouthful and then carefully spritzed it into his mouth.
His throat moved as he swallowed the water. She took another mouthful and transferred the rest of the medication into his mouth.
After some time, the man regained his consciousness. His hazy eyes gradually opened to see her anxious face peering at him. He opened his mouth to speak, but no words would come forth.
“Are you able to sit up?” It was nerve-racking for her to observe his face drained of colors.
In her impression, this man was always acting high and mighty like a powerful king or a heavenly god on any given days, yet right now, he was only so frail under a gastritis attack.
He had none of his usual vitality.
She broke into a jest over her ignorance at this point!
No matter how formidable this man might be, he was a human who needed to eat just like her. Man would fall sick sometime, even someone with a strong constitution. After all, man was not god.
Did this happen because he had no breakfast when he woke up?
For some reason, she blamed herself for that!
Hence, she hastily said, “You take a rest here; I’ll make breakfast for you.”
She was about to stand up when the man tugged on her arm. She lost her balance and fell into his arms.
“What are you doing?!” She was rather antagonized as she thought of the possibility of her squashing him with that fall!
With his eyes revealing a hint of ominous tease, his one palm cradled the back of her neck while the other slowly caressed her lips.
“Where are you going?”
“I’m going to make breakfast for you. Your irregular meals probably brought on this gastritis attack.” She was firm on this.
She moved to stand up once more, but he pulled her into his arms again. He firmly locked her into his arms this time, so she had no opportunity to escape!
“What… What are you doing?!” she hissed indignantly.
She frowned. Her petulant tone sounded slightly annoyed. Her eyes divulged her helplessness and exasperation, which the man took the chance to admire at close range. He bowed his head and observed her petulance fully.
Startled at the man’s deep study of her expression, she pouted and then uneasily bit her lower lip.
Her little action was coquettish and tempting for him. The way she bit her lip was so adorable his stiff body, induced by the illness, started to heat up.
Thus, he simply replied, “I don’t want breakfast; I want to eat you.”
