Daddy, Here Is Mommy

A cool breeze blew past, causing her to shiver uncontrollably. There was a sharp pain in his throat, and he couldn't help but cough.    

The maid's worried voice sounded once again.    

"May I come in, madam?"    

Rong Lan stopped coughing and turned around slowly, walking towards the door.    

The night wind blew, sending a chill down her spine. His two legs were as heavy as lead, and every step he took was like the void, as if he was stepping on cotton.    

She went to the door and opened the dialog.    

"I'm fine. "You may leave."    

"Madam, do you want me to make you a bowl of ginger soup?"    

The maid asked in panic.    

"No need."    

Rong Lan walked towards her bed after she finished her sentence. A deep voice made her pause.    

"What's going on?"    

"Reporting to my Lord, Madam seems to have caught a cold."    

The maid lowered her head and replied in fear.    

"Did you call the doctor?"    

"Not yet..."    

The maid's head drooped even lower.    

"Alright, I understand. "You can leave first."    

"Yes." "My Lord."    

The maid left uneasily.    

Rong Lan's heart tightened. She pursed her cold lips and took a hurried step forward. Before he could reach the bed, the thick custom-made door had been opened from the outside.    

Bada.    

The soft sound of the door opening and closing was loud in the still air.    

Rong Lan's heart skipped a beat and her heartbeat quickened.    

"Why haven't you rested yet?"    

Jun Linchuan's low voice came from behind him.    

The chilly night wind blew open the muslin curtain, producing a faint sound. It sounded somewhat irritating.    

Before Rong Lan could reply, he spoke again.    

"Is it hot?"    

"No, just a little stuffy."    

Rong Lan leaned to the side and lightly pulled at the corner of her eyebrows.    

"What's the matter?"    

Jun Linchuan quickly walked to the window and closed it.    

Streams of light flashed past, and lights lit up outside the window.    

"Nope."    

Rong Lan shook her head lightly.    

"It's really fine?"    

Jun Linchuan unbuckled his cuff links as he walked.    

"It's really nothing."    

Rong Lan smiled.    

After all, they were husband and wife who had lived for many years. Jun Linchuan saw a trace of indescribable pain from her smile.    

He guessed.    

"I'm going to go wash up."    

"Alright."    

Rong Lan nodded.    

As she looked at Jun Linchuan's straight back, a light flashed in her eyes, while an itch once again appeared in her throat.    

"Cough …" "Ahem …"    

She turned her back and covered her mouth, afraid that Jun Linchuan would hear her.    

In the washroom, the sound of flowing water could be heard.    

Rong Lan poured herself a cup of warm water, took two sips, and lay down.    

Not long later, a familiar elegant aura came from his side.    

A big hand suddenly rested on her forehead.    

His palm was warm.    

Rong Lan's heart skipped a beat and was stuck in her throat. His body temperature had suddenly risen by quite a bit.    

He couldn't remember how long he 'cared' about himself like that.    

"Master, I'm fine."    

Thus, she had no choice but to open her eyes and speak softly.    

"At our age, we must know to cherish our bodies even more."    

"Yes."    

Jun Linchuan put down his hands and lifted up his blanket.    

"Old master, you..."    

Rong Lan was stunned.    

Jun Linchuan glanced at her but didn't say anything. He walked straight towards the small study room inside.    

Soon, he came back with a white medical kit.    

He took out the cold medicine and handed it over to Rong Lan.    

"I'm fine... "Ahem …"    

"..."    

Jun Linchuan's face turned dark and he stopped talking.    

Seeing him act this way, Rong Lan could only swallow the pills along with the warm water.    

When she lay down again, she looked at the time.    

The hour hand was already pointing at half past three.    

Jun Linchuanlei woke up at 6 o'clock without getting out of bed. This time, he could only sleep for two and a half hours.    

They lay down with their backs to each other.