Mr Gu s First Doting Marriage

Chapter 574: Chapter 575: Gu Zhaohan: I Dreamt We Got Married

When she woke up, Xia Yangyang still had a cold towel on her forehead.

Gu Zhaohan was sitting by the bed.

Next to him was a basin of water.

Xia Yangyang removed the towel: “How long have I been asleep?”

“Two hours.”

“Have you been taking care of me this whole time?”

“You had a fever of 40 degrees Celsius. I cooled you down physically first, now take some medicine. If the fever doesn’t subside by tomorrow, we’ll go to the hospital for an intravenous drip.”

Gu Zhaohan got up, fetched a glass of water, and brought over some pills.

While Xia Yangyang still felt uncomfortable, she was definitely faring better than before.

Xia Yangyang pulled back the covers and looked around, feeling out of place: “Where am I?”

“My room.”

Xia Yangyang frowned: “Why did you bring me to your room? What if people misunderstand? I should go to the guest room.”

“You’ve been sleeping here for two hours, if anyone was going to misunderstand, they would have already.”

Xia Yangyang sat on the bed, deflating like a punctured ball.

However, there was no need to care; she was leaving soon.

Xia Yangyang was silent for a while, then suddenly asked: “Why did you suddenly come back to China?”

Gu Zhaohan replied: “I came back to handle some matters. What about you? Why are you here?”

Xia Yangyang responded casually: “I also came back to handle some matters.”

Gu Zhaohan didn’t seem interested and didn’t ask any further.

He placed an electronic thermometer in Xia Yangyang’s ear and took her temperature: “38.5, the fever has reduced a bit. Are you still feeling dizzy?”

Xia Yangyang massaged her temples: “A little.”

“Take the medicine and sleep some more. We’ll see how you feel in the morning.”

Xia Yangyang didn’t have the energy to speak, her body feeling sore and weak.

After Xia Yangyang closed her eyes to lie down, she suddenly opened them and asked: “If I’m sleeping in your room, where will you sleep tonight?”

“Don’t worry about me, there are over a hundred rooms here, I have plenty of places to sleep.”

Xia Yangyang figured he was right.

However, to her surprise, when she woke up the next morning, she saw Gu Zhaohan casually sleeping on the sofa.

The sofa wasn’t large and Gu Zhaohan, with his long limbs, could hardly stretch out comfortably.

Although there was heating in the room.

It was still November’s chill.

Surprisingly, Gu Zhaohan didn’t even have a thin blanket to cover him.

Xia Yangyang sighed.

She took a blanket from the bed and walked over to the sofa.

Then gently laid the blanket on Gu Zhaohan.

“Yangyang!”

Before the blanket was fully covering him, Gu Zhaohan called out, grabbing Xia Yangyang’s arm and suddenly opened his eyes.

Gu Zhaohan was clearly startled awake.

“Did I wake you?” Xia Yangyang asked.

Gu Zhaohan closed his eyes, sat up, and pinched the bridge of his nose: “No, just had a nightmare.”

“You called out my name during your nightmare, what did you dream about me doing?”

Gu Zhaohan looked up at Xia Yangyang, his face appearing indifferent: “I dreamed we got married.”

Xia Yangyang thought he was joking at first.

She didn’t expect Gu Zhaohan to say such a thing.

Over the years, even though they had kept in contact and regularly met up, they had never talked about personal feelings and maintained a certain distance on purpose.

Therefore, when Gu Zhaohan suddenly spoke those words, Xia Yangyang was at a loss for words.

After a few seconds of bewilderment, she forced a smile: “That really is a nightmare.”

Gu Zhaohan didn’t say anything else.

Instead, he stood up: “Do you feel better now?”

Xia Yangyang nodded: “Yes, I’m better. No dizziness.”

Gu Zhaohan took Xia Yangyang’s temperature again, confirming that her fever had indeed subsided.

“Let’s go to the dining room for breakfast. You haven’t eaten properly in a day.”

Xia Yangyang and Gu Zhaohan left the room together.

To their surprise, when they opened the door, a few maids were eavesdropping at the entrance and almost fell in.

Gu Zhaohan frowned: “What are you doing here?”

The maids retreated nervously: “We came to invite young master and young mistress to have breakfast.”