Chapter 1069: Chapter 1069: How a Playboy Gets Driven Mad by Love In the room, the lights were off, and she could barely make out the outlines inside through the light filtering in from the corridor. Yin Mo noticed immediately that there was no one on the bed, and there was no sign of He Chen outside the half-open floor-to-ceiling window either. She glanced around and quickly headed towards the en suite bathroom. Yin Mo didn’t know much about medicine, but having been around Qiaoqiao and the others, she had picked up a lot of basic knowledge. Severe allergic reactions could be fatal, and He Chen had been missing for more than two hours, very unlike his usual demeanor. The more Yin Mo thought about it, the more anxious she became. When she reached the bathroom door, she forgot all about knocking and simply turned the doorknob and walked in. The bathroom was very humid, and the temperature was slightly low. Yin Mo stood there stunned, as the scene before her eyes was vastly different from what she had imagined. In the bathtub, He Chen rested his head on a towel, noticeable red spots on his honey-colored skin. He had one leg bent, gazing lazily at Yin Mo, “Captain Yin, were you planning to join me for a romantic bath?” Yin Mo stared intently at the muscular body beneath the water, then turned away hurriedly, “I’m not…” Following Yin Mo’s gaze, He Chen looked down at himself and, lazily teasing, said, “If you want to see, darling, I can pull off the towel.” Yin Mo’s ears burned, her mind filled with thoughts of He Chen’s lean narrow waist and long, straight legs, as well as the one part obscured but clearly defined. She shook her head to calm herself, then quickly glanced at him sideways, “Are you having an allergic reaction?” He Chen lifted his arm from the bathtub to support his forehead, “Guess.” “Then why didn’t you tell me?” Yin Mo hesitated, taking a step back, “Can you stand up? I’ve asked Ah Yong to get some medicine; he’ll be here soon.” He Chen relaxed against the edge of the bathtub, tilting his head back with a deepening smile, “Can’t get up, what should we do?” With that, he half-opened his eyes just in time to see Yin Mo rolling up her sleeves, heading towards him. He Chen squinted, noticing the worry etched in Yin Mo’s eyes, and suddenly thought of a possibility. If he really couldn’t stand up, with her level of social sense and way of doing things, she might just carry him out of the bathtub! He Chen rubbed his forehead with his pale fingertips, then propped himself up as if to get out. Seeing this, Yin Mo didn’t give it a second thought and rushed over to support his arm, “Why are you so cold?” He Chen glanced at her, wanting to make a lewd joke, but seeing the worry in her expression, he dismissed the idea. As Yin Mo helped him out, she could clearly feel He Chen’s slow movements. She glanced at the bathtub and then bent down to test the water temperature, finding it indeed icy cold. With a wet towel wrapped around his waist, He Chen had barely taken two steps before the dripping towel started to totter. Yin Mo shook her hand free of water droplets and, in an instant, caught He Chen flinging the heavy, wet towel aside while draping a bathrobe over himself. Back in the bedroom, Yin Mo turned on the light and handed a towel to He Chen, “Dry your hair first. I’ll check where Ah Yong is.” Sitting on the bed in a bathrobe, He Chen tucked his hands in his pockets, leaning his head towards Yin Mo like a huge dog. Without saying a word, his gestures clearly spelled out: You dry it for me. Yin Mo sighed and stepped forward to unfold the towel, gently rubbing it on his head, “No strength?” He Chen responded with a nasal hum, feeling a rush of emotion at her gentle touch, and pulled her closer, his handsome face directly in front of Yin Mo’s chest. A second later, He Chen withdrew his hands, sitting up properly, motionless. This woman… wasn’t wearing a bra this late at night. Yin Mo didn’t notice these details, concentrating on drying He Chen’s hair while constantly blaming herself. With the light on in the adjacent bedroom, she could easily see the reappearing red spots and rashes on his body. Yin Mo’s movements gradually slowed down; she looked at He Chen’s less spirited demeanor and spoke with a tinge of reproach, “You shouldn’t eat wasabi if you’re allergic, why do you push yourself?” He Chen lifted his dark red eyelids, playfully repeating, “Me? Push myself?” Yin Mo nodded with a frown, “You should have told me you can’t eat it, I wouldn’t have fed it to you.” “Darling!” He Chen leaned back with a teasing smile, propping himself up on his hands, “How does the phrase ‘the pot calling the kettle black’ describe you?” Yin Mo pursed her lips, correcting softly, “That’s not an idiom… it’s a saying.” He Chen choked, coldly sneering with his eyes closed, “Might as well let Captain Yin serve me another plate of wasabi.” Just let it kill him! Knowing He Chen was unwell, Yin Mo patiently went over to tug him, “Stop it, your hair isn’t dry yet.” These words were filled with tenderness, even a hint of coquetry. He Chen licked his molars, narrowing his gaze as he grasped Yin Mo’s wrist, pulling her over. Standing by the bed, Yin Mo was suddenly yanked; with inertia, she inevitably fell onto He Chen. She was on top, he was below. At this moment, with one arm around her waist, and the other hand behind his head, He Chen said leisurely, “Darling, so eager?” Yin Mo, struggling to get up, heard this and punched him, “Be serious.” He Chen slightly pursed his thin lips, holding the back of her head, coaxing softly, “Don’t move, just hug for a while.” Yin Mo’s struggles diminished significantly, quietly lying on his chest, she asked lightly, “It feels bad, doesn’t it?” “Mm, it feels bad.” He Chen half-closed his eyes, fingers running through her flowing hair absently, “A kiss from you should help.” Yin Mo lifted her head, carefully scrutinized his features, then said, “I’m not medicine.” The lesson on how a playboy is infuriated to death by a straightforward woman. Enduring the painful itch on his body, He Chen patted her head, “Darling, lie still, stop talking.” Yin Mo slightly lowered her head; from the open neckline of the robe, she could clearly see more red spots appearing on his skin, “It seems serious, should we go to the hospital?” “No need.” He Chen lifted his eyelids, seeing her face full of conflict and remorse, and with a stretch of his neck, he stole a kiss from her lips, “It’ll be fine tomorrow.” Yin Mo swallowed, pushed the stray hair by her face behind her ear, and touched his flushed cheek, asking, “Do you have any other allergies?” He Chen smiled, truthfully answering, “Pollen, nuts, mushrooms, penicillin.” Understanding, Yin Mo pulled a corner of her mouth, “Before, I heard Qiaoqiao and Old Four say that if there are too many allergens, it might mean poor constitution, weak immunity, are you…” With a stern expression, He Chen tightened his hold on her, looking cold and fierce, “I’m fit enough to keep you in bed for three days straight, Captain Yin, wanna try?” Fresh chapters posted on novel⦿fire.net