USWHC -Chapter 259 Open Selection for a Maid (Part 9)

Yes—at the very moment she fell, Zhu Jie’s whole body landed on top of Ji Yi, pressing down fiercely, fiercely onto his lips.

Her lips were really soft.
Her lips were really sweet.
Her cherry lips were even more wonderful than he had imagined… though they did bump teeth a little, okay?

At this moment, Ji Yi felt very conflicted. He wanted to struggle and push Zhu Jie away—who was pressing down on him like Mount Tai—but at the same time he couldn’t bear to lose that sweet happiness.

Time seemed to freeze, until a sudden cry of “Ah!” shattered the long night.

“S-sorry! Sorry! I just heard some noise and came to take a look!”

In front of them, the hem of a floral skirt swayed gently, along with the hurried voice of someone apologizing while covering her face.

Zhu Jie and Ji Yi widened their eyes almost at the same time.

No way… people could come watch this kind of thing?

Zhu Jie hurriedly tried to climb off Ji Yi, but the more anxious she became, the more flustered she was. Just as she struggled to raise her upper body, her leg suddenly slipped and she fell back down again.

“Ah!”

When Huaihua saw what happened next, she was completely stunned.

What?! They’re kissing again?!

Yes. With one careless moment, Zhu Jie’s second first kiss was gone as well. She nearly burst into tears as she scrambled up, scolding angrily:

“Don’t move!”

“I didn’t move!” Ji Yi said helplessly. Right now he couldn’t move his whole body at all, okay? And with that strong metallic smell of blood… could he say that his lip had been knocked open?

Zhu Jie instantly looked embarrassed.

Fine, it was her fault. Why had her body suddenly become so weak? Soft and limp, almost as if it wasn’t her own. She always felt like Ji Yi had some kind of gravitational pull.

Could she say it wasn’t that she didn’t want to get up, but that her body was being pulled toward him?

“Are you doing push-ups?” Ji Yi complained softly from beneath her. “Even if you want to, could you not use my body as the support point? My chest—my chest is about to get bruised!”

Yes. In just this short moment, Zhu Jie had risen and fallen on him several times. Now it wasn’t just his lip that was injured—he felt like his entire body was about to be crushed through.

What on earth was going on?

“Help me up!” Zhu Jie almost pleaded with Huaihua.

Huaihua, who had been standing there dumbly as a spectator, finally snapped out of it. “Ah! Ah! Okay!” She hurried forward and clumsily helped Zhu Jie up.

“Are you okay?” Huaihua asked with concern.

“I… why do I feel so weak?” Zhu Jie said anxiously. She felt that her limbs—and even her whole body—had become light and powerless, like the air had been let out of her.

Ji Yi was still rubbing his chest and covering his face like a sickly beauty as he slowly stood up, wobbling slightly.

“Why do I feel weak all over too?”

“Wait… could it be that we caught some kind of illness?” Zhu Jie said in shock, extending her hand and lightly checking her own pulse.

Could she say it was steady and strong? Not only that—it was even stronger than usual, pounding vigorously.

“Sister! Brother Ji Yi! I’ll go find a doctor for you!” Huaihua said worriedly. After saying that, she plopped Zhu Jie onto the edge of the bed and ran out.

“Wait!” Zhu Jie tried to call her back, but the girl had already run off without a trace.

This kid really was a woman of action.

“Come here. Hold out your hand,” Zhu Jie suddenly beckoned to Ji Yi.

Ji Yi thought she wanted to check his pulse, so he obediently extended his hand. Zhu Jie felt it for a moment… then suddenly burst out laughing.

And her smile was really strange, okay?

Ji Yi looked at her and suddenly felt uneasy.

At that moment, Doctor Sun rushed in first, heading straight toward Ji Yi and asking nervously, “Where do you feel uncomfortable?”

Meanwhile, Huaihua followed behind him, panting heavily as if she had nearly run out of breath.

“I just feel weak all over. Maybe it’s nothing serious,” Ji Yi said, though deep down he still felt uneasy—especially seeing the sly smile on Zhu Jie’s face beside him.

Doctor Sun quietly grasped his wrist to check his pulse. But after only a short while, his expression became even stranger. His whole face seemed to twitch.

What was wrong?

Could it be that Ji Yi really had a problem?

“Doctor Sun, tell me honestly—what’s wrong with me?” Ji Yi grew nervous and asked anxiously. “Don’t worry. No matter what it is, I can handle it!”