I raised my nemesis into my husband

Chapter 59.1

Editor: Princess

In the scorching summer heat of over thirty degrees, Ning Sheng was actually knocked down by a cold.

He took cold medicine, and Xu Ling gave him a ride home on his bike. He lay dizzily on Xu Ling’s bed.

“You’re going to be the death of me.” Ning Sheng said, his face burning red with fever.

His gaze was somewhat unfocused, his eyes slightly red, making him look rather pitiful.

Xu Ling: “I can’t be blamed entirely for this…”

“If you hadn’t argued with me, I wouldn’t have run away from home in the middle of the night, I wouldn’t have gone to Lu Peng’s house, and then I wouldn’t have been blown sick by that little typhoon you guys artificially created!” Ning Sheng told him.

Xu Ling raised his hand and slapped himself across the face.

Ning Sheng quieted down.

When he was sick, he possessed a fragile kind of beauty. The arrogant air he usually had when glaring at people had faded, and when his gaze swept over, it was actually somewhat alluring.

Xu Ling shamefully felt himself having a reaction.

He banged his head against the bed frame with a thud.

Ning Sheng: “???”

“Alright, alright.” He was startled. “You don’t need to show such penance.”

He extended his hand weakly and patted Xu Ling’s head.

After Ning Sheng slept for a while, when he woke up and took his temperature again, his fever had already broken.

Breaking the fever made him sweat, which made him uncomfortable.

“Xu Ge.” He called out. “I want to take a bath.”

“Now?” Xu Ling asked.

Ning Sheng replied, “Yes.”

He sat up and was about to get out of bed when his head still felt dizzy. He swayed unsteadily and nearly fell, but Xu Ling caught him in one swift motion.

“Don’t.” Xu Ling told him. “I’ll bring up a basin of hot water and wipe you down?”

Ning Sheng said in response, “The water temperature can’t be too hot, and the towel can’t be too rough.”

Xu Ling: “….”

He went downstairs to fetch water and found a comfortable, soft new towel before returning to the second floor and pushing open his bedroom door.

Ning Sheng was sitting on the bed sheets, his hands crossed as he grasped the hem of his shirt, about to take off his shirt.

Seeing him enter, he didn’t stop his movements. His gaze simply rested on him as he slowly removed his top.

The young man sat amidst the soft bedding, his skin snow-white, his cheeks and the corners of his eyes still carrying the redness of illness. His lips was pressed tight, looking somewhat listless.

Xu Ling’s hand trembled, his foot stumbled, and he accidentally spilled nearly half the basin of warm water, creating a puddle on the floor.

Downstairs, Xu Ling’s stepfather had just finished mopping the floor and was showing off his results to Xu Ling’s mother, only to get scolded.

“Can’t you see that big puddle of water?” Xu Ling’s mother asked him.

Xu Ling’s stepfather mopped again and once more showed off his results.

“You’ve really made something of yourself. You don’t even listen to what I say anymore.” Xu Ling’s mother asked.

Xu Ling’s stepfather became anxious: “This floor just won’t get clean!”

A few seconds later, both of them looked up at the leaking ceiling simultaneously.

Ning Sheng nestled deep in the bedding, extending his arms lazily, letting Xu Ling help wipe him down.

Xu Ling lay beside the bed, grasping his fingers, using the warm, damp towel to slowly wipe across them.

The towel wiped over the young man’s slender arms, over his snow-white neck, and then across his chest.

“It hurts…” Ning Sheng frowned and pushed Xu Ling’s wrist away.

“I wasn’t using force.” Xu Ling soaked the towel in the water again.

The skin that had been lightly wiped by the towel showed a thin layer of redness. Without the sweat, his body felt slightly cool, causing Ning Sheng to feel much more comfortable.

“This young master will reward you with cookies later.” He told Xu Ling.

Really well done.

“Princess, lie on your stomach.” Xu Ling flipped him over. “Wait until your cold is better before talking.”

“I’ll get better soon.” Ning Sheng looked back at him. “I’m not as weak as I used to be.”

Xu Ling: “How impressive.”

“So can you go out later and buy me a cup of iced cantaloupe milk?” Ning Sheng asked. “I want to drink it.”

Ning Sheng: “Ah!”

The back of his leg had been flicked lightly by the water-soaked towel.

“Xu Dashan!” He sat up. “Who was it that gave me this cold!”

“Princess, wait until you’re better before drinking it.” Xu Ling smiled brilliantly.

Ning Sheng: “You!”

He sat sideways, twisting his body to look at the back of his leg: “It’s all red!”

Xu Ling: “Ning Ning, I was wrong.”

Ning Sheng: “….”

“Drink it in a couple of days.” Xu Ling said. “You’re taking medicine, so drinking something cold isn’t good for you.”

Then he tucked the cleaned Ning Sheng into the covers and went downstairs with the water basin.

His stepfather had set up a ladder on the first floor, a cigarette dangling from his mouth, patching the ceiling.

“You could make some ginger soup.” His stepfather suggested.

“Good, I’ll go do that right away.” Xu Ling said.

“Mom!” He shouted toward the courtyard. “Where’s the ginger in the kitchen?”

However his mother was standing in front of the pig pen, looking at something unknown.

“What’s wrong?” He walked over.

Xu Ling: “….”

Pei Qi had given birth to piglets.

“Ning Ning will be happy.” His mother told him.

“Our house is practically becoming a zoo.” Xu Ling told her.

“You want ginger?” His mother asked. “I’ll find it for you.”