Scared To Hurt

Lu Lijun's sight, his voice, and the way he held her closer and tightly made it obvious to understand what goes in one man's mind. She could feel the warmth of his palm on her back even though her clothes seemed unusual if it was not a fever.

"Y-you should rest," she said calmly, not trying to get out of his hold. If she tried, she knew he would use more force to hold her tightly, and already there was no space left between their bodies.

Her words fell on deaf ears as the cold guy continued to gaze at her face intently as his sight wandered from her eyes to her lips—his one hand holding her hand while the other surrounded her back.

"I tried to stay away from you, listen to everything you say so everything would go fine, and I won't trouble you, but you seem not to like it."

"I..am..just worried for you…too much work..." She struggled for words.