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Chapter 25.3

He didn\'t know what he was waiting for, but every time he listened, irritation rose deep in his heart.

Occasionally, he heard Meng Qianshan sending other servants out to ask when Jiang Suizhou would return. Multiple servants were sent several times, only for them to return saying that the king was busy.

Huo Wujiu frowned without a trace.

It wasn’t until the sound of rain outside the window diminished and the hour-glass struck the second night watch that Huo Wujiu finally heard the particular sound of footsteps.

It was somewhat floaty and not at all fast. As soon as it fell into Huo Wujiu\'s ears, he knew that Jiang Suizhou had returned.

He lowered his eyes and turned a page of the book.

Was he not going to spend the night at his concubine\'s today?

An inaudible cold snort escaped from Huo Wujiu\'s lips. The irritation that had accumulated all night in his heart dissipated little by little with this sneer.

Even the corners of his mouth were raised in an arc.

However, Jiang Suizhou did not talk to him today, and after cleaning up a bit, he fell asleep on the bed.

Now that no one was around, Huo Wujiu finally raised his head. His gaze quietly fell on him.

Sick man. It was only yesterday, but after spending the night with that wimp and mud stick, you ended up this sapped. You’re this weak, yet you still want to fill your harem aplenty?

You’re going to get yourself killed.

Such a sickly man should be content with his lot and be protected under his wings. He should be kept in a safe house, away from the elements. He wouldn’t let him suffer, and would never let him give birth to those flowery thoughts that would, in turn, attract others.

These thoughts actually made Huo Wujiu’s heart beat faster. It was as if the thoughts kindled something that made his heart itch a little.

He stiffened, quietly withdrew his gaze, and picked up the book in his hand again as if trying to squash something.

[Zhang Sheng clutched the soft and beautiful hand of the woman. It felt so soft and boneless that it made his heart and soul flutter. He found that a rosy tint had flown up to the lady’s cheeks. Her eyes blinked timidly, and as the saying went…]

... What kind of messy books did Meng Qianshan find!

He threw the book aside.

The person on the bed was startled by the light clatter, and his shoulders trembled.

Huo Wujiu heard the slightest sound and looked at the person on the bed who was wrapped tightly in the blanket. He appeared startled, but didn’t wake up. He just turned over and continued sleeping.

...How strange. When Jiang Suizhou slept in the past, I have not seen him wrapped so tightly under the quilt.

Huo Wujiu frowned, then heard heavy breathing from the bed, which sounded more strenuous than usual.

Could it be that he was sick?

Huo Wujiu didn\'t really want to care and was too lazy to cause trouble. He thought he’d better call Meng Qianshan in.

But his hands seemed to rebel against his command. He clearly should have maneuvered his wheelchair toward the door, but he inexplicably went straight to Jiang Suizhou\'s bedside.

The man on the bed was wrapped tightly, and only his dark, silky hair could be seen scattered across the pillow.

Huo Wujiu hesitated and stretched out his hand to touch Jiang Suizhou\'s shoulder through the quilt.

The man was thin and so were his shoulders. Even through the heavy quilt, Huo Wujiu easily enveloped it with one hand.

Huo Wujiu didn\'t have to exert much effort to turn him around.

...His face is abnormally pale. He’s shaking, and his breathing is quivery.

His eyes were tightly closed, and there wasn’t much blood on his lips. His eyelashes fluttered, and his breathing was labored.

When Huo Wujiu saw his extremely fragile appearance, he froze. And then, as if he was electric shocked, Huo Wujiu hastily let go of his shoulder in fear that he would hurt him.

Then, he raised his hand somewhat clumsily and placed it on Jiang Suizhou\'s forehead.

...I think this is how to test whether a person has a fever, right?

The temperature under his hand wasn’t hot at all; instead, it was cool. He was probably frozen and hadn’t warmed up yet.

Huo Wujiu wanted to withdraw his hand and leave to call Meng Qianshan in.

But at that moment, a cold hand strenuously stretched out from under the blanket and grabbed his hand.

It was ice-cold and soft, and entirely frail, yet Huo Wujiu\'s hand froze in place.

"Don\'t go” The man’s voice in the bed shook. He was clearly lying on his bed, but he sounded as if he had fallen into an ice cave, shivering and holding a life-saving straw.

Huo Wujiu heard Jiang Suizhou\'s chattering voice.

"Don\'t tell my mom. I\'ll be fine after a good night\'s sleep," he said.

Huo Wugou didn\'t know who this "mom" was, but he could hear fear and confusion in Jiang Suizhou\'s almost inaudible voice.

Jiang Suizhou sounded scared of making trouble.

Huo Wujiu paused and somehow grasped Jiang Suizhou\'s hand back.

His bony hand was quite long and slender. Huo Wujiu effortlessly wrapped the thin and weak hand into his.

The unconscious Jiang Suizhou on the bed seemed to have found a heat source. He sighed softly, and actually struggled to pull that hand closer.

The next moment, a cold and delicate cheek pressed against the back of Huo Wujiu\'s veiny hand.