Chapter 122: I May Be Delirious From a Fever, but I Am Not in a Vegetative State
“Thirsty...”
“Drink slowly.”
Bai Lu gulped down three glasses of water before the fiery dryness in her throat eased a bit.
“Want more?”
She shook her head, opened her eyes, and as soon as she saw him, she couldn’t help but smile like a little fool.
Huo Yanfang gently laid her on the bed. “Smiling again.”
Every time she saw him, her face would light up with a radiant smile, without exception.
Her hand still clutched the corner of his shirt.
Bai Lu looked at him and chuckled softly, “Even though I was feverish and dazed, I knew it was you taking care of me all night.”
How could she not be happy!
Her fairy man—her very own fairy man—was taking care of her while she was sick!
She counted seriously on her fingers, “You wiped my body with alcohol, fed me water, moistened my lips with a cotton swab, and coaxed me to drink porridge... I remember it all!”
He had saved her more than once, helped her so much.
He, A Sui, was truly her fairy!
Huo Yanfang smiled softly, flicked her forehead, and checked her temperature. Feeling the heat had finally subsided, he said, “It’s impressive you remember all that when you were so fevered.”
She pouted unhappily, her expressions lively and vivid: “I had a fever, not turned into a vegetable. How could I be unaware?”
Huo Yanfang chuckled silently, “Hungry? Aunt Li made porridge for you.”
Bai Lu blinked, “No appetite, so I want meat.”
Huo Yanfang asked, “Not feeling unwell anymore?”
“Mm!” Bai Lu nodded emphatically, her soft, gentle voice like a kitten’s: “I sweated so much, now I feel refreshed. Couldn’t feel better!”
Though her body still felt a little weak and limp, her spirit was truly revived.
Wait! She sweated?
Sweat?
Bai Lu’s expression instantly changed.
Her fairy man had held her all night!
Huo Yanfang looked puzzled.
He was about to use the thermometer again to check her temperature for reassurance when he saw her eyes widen in alarm. She lowered her head furtively, nostrils twitching slightly, then pulled the blanket up to cover her little face.
“What’s wrong?” Huo Yanfang reached in and gently pulled the black rabbit out from under the covers.
Her face flushed bright red, eyes tightly shut, she whimpered, “A Sui, I’m not stinky! I’m usually all sweet-smelling! Today I’m sour and stinky because I sweated from the fever... sniff!”
Huo Yanfang replied, “I know.”
The faint scent of milk on her skin was actually quite pleasant.
Bai Lu peeked at him secretly, and when their eyes met, she immediately shut them again, wrapping herself up in the blanket like a little... grub.
“Waaah, just let me die! I don’t want to live anymore!”
Huo Yanfang watched the little white grub squirming on the big bed.
Adorable enough.
With a long arm, he scooped her into his embrace and coaxed her with a smile, “Not stinky, not at all.”
Bai Lu hurriedly wrapped herself tighter in the blanket, trying to keep the sweat smell from escaping.
Her moist big eyes looked at him suspiciously, “You’re lying! How could I not be stinky? There’s this sour sweat smell—I can smell it!”
Huo Yanfang chuckled, “Everyone smells a bit when they sweat—”
“But you smelled it too!” Bai Lu dove back under the covers, becoming the white grub again.
To offend one’s fairy man—that was sure to bring down thunderbolts from heaven!
She’d rather freeze to death in the sea than let her fairy man smell her sweat!
Huo Yanfang coaxed her for a long while before finally pulling her out from under the covers.
Thump, thump, thump—
It was Aunt Li: “Mr. Huo, is Xiaolu awake? She should drink some soup to restore her strength.”
Huo Yanfang: “Yes, she’s awake. Come in.”
Aunt Li pushed the door open, carrying a tray. Seeing her rosy cheeks and especially kind smile, she said, “Quick, drink some soup to replenish your energy, then take a bath to wash away that stinky sweat smell—”
“Just let me die!”
Aunt Li: “?”
Watching Bai Lu wildly bump her head against Mr. Huo’s chest, Aunt Li’s heart skipped a beat.
Please don’t tell me her head is fried from the fever!
Huo Yanfang sighed helplessly and placed his palm on her forehead.
It had been such a struggle to calm her down...
During the bath, Bai Lu lathered herself with body wash seven times—seven times!
She washed until she was fragrant all over, almost overwhelmed by the scent before finally stopping.
Walking toward the kitchen, she lowered her head and rolled up her sleeves, “A Sui, is this your clothes? They’re way too big...”
The men’s loungewear had long sleeves and long pants, and even rolled up several times, they still hung long.
The loose clothes only emphasized how short she was!
Huo Yanfang’s voice came from the living room, “Xiaolu.”
“Oh, I’m coming!”
Her joyful little footsteps suddenly softened.
“President Huo, hello.” Bai Lu walked over politely, “Sorry to bother you again.”
Master Yin sat in his wheelchair and grunted softly.
Bai Lu noticed the copper hand warmer she had gifted resting on the richest man’s knee!
Huo Yanfang, sitting on the sofa, waved her over, “Come here.”
Bai Lu quickly sat down beside him, snuggling close.
The richest man said, “Bai Lu, you decide how to deal with him.”
“Huh?” Bai Lu was momentarily stunned, looking at the richest man in confusion, “What do you mean, deal with him?”
He said nothing but pointed with his hand.
Following the direction of his finger, she looked around.
What?
There was actually someone kneeling in the living room.
When he saw the richest man, he was so frightened he didn’t dare glance around, staring only at his own feet, not noticing anything else.
Bai Lu looked again—wasn’t that the scoundrel who pushed her off the deck into the sea?
“A Sui! It’s him, it’s really him!” she grabbed Huo Yanfang’s sleeve, “He’s the one who pushed me off the fifth deck! I was lucky to survive!”
Her big moist eyes darted around.
Just as Second Brother said, he was full of wickedness.
Huo Yanfang held her little hand that was tugging at his arm, “Yes, that’s why President Huo asked you to deal with him.”
Bai Lu was speechless and pointed at the man kneeling on the ground, who had lost all his arrogance, and blurted, “Sixth Young Master? President Huo’s own nephew? Am I really the one to deal with him?”
Master Yin clicked his tongue, “Tsk, pretty good. Looks like the fever didn’t cloud your mind; your little brain’s working fast.”
Bai Lu: “……”
My sharp tongue really can’t be held back!
Huo Yanfang suppressed the smile at the corner of his lips, “When did you figure it out?”
Bai Lu confessed honestly, “Just now. Assistant Tang said he was going to break Sixth Young Master’s limbs, and yesterday he claimed to be Sixth Young Master himself and mentioned Assistant Tang wanting to break his limbs. Now seeing him in President Huo’s house... I just guessed.”
Her fairy man patted her head, praising, “Very clever.”
The richest man nodded, “Quick thinker.”
Bai Lu felt a bit shy at the praise, scratching her head and giggling sheepishly, “Hehehe...”
Master Yin said, “You’re the victim, so you get to deal with him.”
Tang Xing held up a wooden stick woven from rattan as thick as a wrist.
Noticing her gaze, Tang Xing smiled and explained, “This is family discipline.”
Bai Lu: “……”