Wife Can't Escape

Chapter 68

Song Luan's face was tender and smooth enough that it could pinch water. After coughing twice, she whispered, "Yes."

Even if the weather was good in spring, it was still cold. Zhao Nanyu wrapped her in his arms with his cloak, kissed her forehead, and sighed, "It's cold outside. It's better to stay indoors."

Her body couldn't stand a slightest oversight.

Song Luan obediently shrunk in his arms. "I'm suffocated by staying in the room every day. And I'm much better these two days. Coming out to breath is nothing."

Zhao Nanyu didn't say anything to her, but punished the servants around her. His voice was a little cold, "Didn't I say? Don't let her out without my permission."

However, if Song Luan really wanted to do something, no one could dare stop her. They had all seen the appearance of this young lady losing her temper before.

Zhao Nanyu rubbed his eyebrows and called in his guards. He said in a cold voice, "Look for two obedient girls to serve her."

Obedience meant to listen to his words, and those servants should not be afraid of Song Luan.

"Yes. I'll do it now."

Song Luan was already asleep.

After returning to the room, she had wanted to read two books. She took one from the bookshelf, and the dense words in it made her feel dizzy and drowsy.

Zhao Nanyu returned, and saw that she was lying on the cushion. Her whole face was buried in the book. He went over and covered her with a blanket. He gently pulled out the book in her hand. Her cheeks were a little reddish, and her mouth was slightly pursed. She didn't seem to be sleeping very well, because of her turning around and changing her posture every once in a while.

Zhao Nanyu hugged her for fear that she would catch a cold. However, this woke Song Luan up, her long eyelashes moving, as she opened her eyes slowly, feeling confused. She rubbed her eyes, yawned, and asked, "Did I just fall asleep?"

"Yes." He then asked, "Are you still sleepy? Do you want to go back to sleep?"

Song Luan looked out, and seeing it wasn't dark yet, she shook her head and said, "I won't sleep."

As her mind cleared up, she put her arm around his neck and said, "This book can make people dizzy."

"I'll buy you some folk scripts tomorrow."

Zhao Nanyu also knew that she was not a reasonable person, and couldn't bear to stay inside her room. It was unfortunate that he was busy these days, and couldn't accompany her.

Song Luan still had a high fever at night. She was still talking nonsense in her dream. Her face turned pale again, losing a lot of blood color. These days, she had lost a lot of weight. She didn't look as plump as before. She was so weak that she could be broken with a mere twist.

Zhao Chao was not in the residence, so Zhao Nanyu called the doctor to come and prescribed a dose of antipyretic medicine. Song Luan gradually got better after drinking the medicine, and the temperature on her forehead didn't drop until the latter half of the night.

After tossing in her sleep, it was almost dawn.

Song Luan's consciousness was dim. She didn't respond much to what happened outside. She didn't even open her eyes, she just felt that she didn't sleep well. She couldn't even remember the words she hummed in her mouth.

She woke up feeling fresh the next day. Zhao Nanyu must have wiped her sweat last night.

She sat up quietly from the bed. In front of the window coffin silently stood a man with a lean body, and a gloomy aura.