He's My Brother

Xia Qinglee was so scared by the voice that her whole body trembled. Her white hands lightly covered the door and her voice trembled unnaturally, "Lu Qian?"

No one answered.

Xia Qinglee panicked. She pushed open the door with both hands and looked around the villa. She saw Lu Qian lying by the door.

"Lu Qian. . . " Xia Qinglee quickly squatted down and reached out the back of her hand to touch his forehead.

His forehead was hot and his eyes were tightly closed.

Just as she was about to withdraw her hand, Lu Qian pulled her back. Her feet were injured, and she fell on his body.

When her arm hit Lu Qian's body, there was a muffled sound. She quickly moved her arm away and looked at his face.

"Lu Qian?"

"Don't move at all. " His gentle voice entered her ears.

He held her body with one hand, and with the other hand, he caressed her long hair.

Then, he gently kissed her forehead.

Xia Qinglee held her breath and looked up at his face that still had his eyes closed. Her breathing became very careful.

There was a faint smell of alcohol on his body. His deep eyes opened faintly and looked at her gently. His warm fingertips slid across her face and he gently lifted her chin.

He looked at her with a pampering and exclusive gaze.

Xia Qinglee's breathing quickened and she subconsciously closed her eyes but did not wait for his kiss.

The force that was holding her increased slightly. Xia Qinglee opened her watery eyes and looked in the direction of Lu Qian's gaze. She hurriedly struggled to get up from Lu Qian's embrace and looked at Qin Zhi who was standing at the door. "Why are you still here. . . "

"When you answered the phone, you said someone was sick. I guess you can't handle it by yourself, so. . . " Qin Zhi's long and narrow eyes looked back and forth between Lu Qian and Xia Qinglee, and then he smiled. "Sorry to bother you. "

This mocking smile made Xia Qinglee's face turn red. She looked at Lu Qian who wanted to get up. As she spoke, she quickly helped him up. "You misunderstood. "

"Is that so?" Qin Zhi had a faint smile on his face as he leaned against the door. "What did I misunderstand?"

"I. . . " Xia Qinglee bit her lips and her eyes were slightly pale. "He is my brother. . . "

"Oh, do you need my help?" Although Qin Zhi asked this, he did not have the slightest intention of making a move.

Lu Qian paused for a second and pushed Xia Qinglee away. "No need. Qinglee. Invite the guest in. "

Xia Qinglee realized that Lu Qian was in a bad mood and did not want to get entangled with Qin Zhi. She hurriedly sent Qin Zhi away and stood in front of Lu Qian. She looked like a child who had done something wrong.

Lu Qian coughed lightly and walked upstairs without looking back. He said indifferently, "Do you have anything else?"

Xia Qinglee followed closely behind Lu Qian. Her heart was hanging in her throat, afraid that he would fall from the stairs.

Xia Qinglee only went to fetch the cold water after he entered the bedroom and closed the door. She placed it at the door of the bedroom and began to study the lock.

Lu Qian, who was half lying on the bed, looked at the surveillance video with a deeper look in his eyes.

The door opened.

Xia Qinglee was still bending over. She was now facing a certain part of Lu Qian. She was stunned for a moment, and then immediately squatted down to pick up the basin and towel. She did not dare to look up at him. "I will give you the cold towel. "

The temperature suddenly dropped, and they could almost hear each other's breathing.

She seemed to have expected what Lu Qian would say next. She looked down at the button on his shirt and said, "As long as your fever goes down, I will go back. "

After a long time, she did not hear anything. She looked up nervously and saw his slightly narrowed eyes. She opened the door and walked in first.

Just as her shoulder touched Lu Qian's arm, he fainted.

Xia Qinglee hurriedly threw away the basin and towel in her hands and used both hands to support him, but her strength was too small and fell on the thick carpet with him.

Xia Qinglee was pressed to her arm and gently drew in a breath of cold air. She quickly got up and pushed Lu Qian's body, "Lu Qian, Lu Qian? Wake up. . . "

His thick eyelashes trembled slightly, and his face flushed unnaturally.

"Why are you still drinking when you have a fever?"

Xia Qinglee softly muttered as she helped him up and slowly dragged him onto the bed. She half-knelt on the ground and cleaned up the water that she had spilled earlier.

She refilled the cooling water, wringing the towel and applying it on his forehead.

His usually cold and indifferent face lost its arrogance. Xia Qinglee used the towel to carefully wipe his forehead and looked at his rarely warm face. For some reason, there was a smile on the corner of her lips.

She texted Qin Yuvyuv to tell her that she was safe. She was afraid that Lu Qian would be thirsty, so she specially boiled warm water and dipped a cotton swab into the water to moisten his lips.

Her movements were gentle, afraid that it would hurt him.

It was only in the afternoon that Xia Qinglee quietly closed the door and went to the kitchen to cook porridge for herself.

When she returned to Lu Qian's bedroom, Lu Qian put his arm on his forehead. The towel soaked in cold water had fallen to the ground. He frowned unhappily, as if he was having a bad dream.

Xia Qinglee hurriedly walked to the bedside and carefully grabbed his finger and put his arm down. Then, she placed the wet towel that she had prepared downstairs on his forehead.

Just like when she was young and blamed him for always fighting for her, she pointed at his nose and muttered, "Why are you still so dishonest. . . "

Just as she finished speaking, her small hand was grabbed by him.

Xia Qinglee was shocked in her heart and before she had time to react, she was pulled by that large hand and her entire body was brought onto his body.

She laid on his chest and called him softly with some uncertainty, "Lu Qian?"

Responding to her Only his shallow breathing could be heard.

Her ears were pressed against his chest, and she could clearly hear the sound of his heartbeat coming from his body.

She wanted to push him away, but she didn't know what kind of force she should use to push him away. She could only quietly lie on his body, waiting for him to let go.

She didn't expect that she would wait all night.

At four o'clock in the morning, Lu Qian faintly opened his eyes. The towel covering his forehead had already fallen off.

He reached out and rubbed his temples. Feeling the pressure on his body, he looked towards his own arms.