Fortunate to Have You This Lifetime

Chapter 332: 332: Half a Candied Hawthorn

Chapter 332: 332: Half a Candied Hawthorn

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“You’re disgusting!” Purple Summers immediately spat out the half she had left in her mouth.

Unexpectedly, Alexander Summers said, “It’s sour and tasteless, what’s so delicious about it? Here, I’ll give it back to you.”

He then sealed Purple’s lips and forcefully shoved the half from his mouth back into hers.

Purple was utterly disgusted and wanted to spit it out, but Alexander’s tongue pressed against hers, not letting go of the candied fruit. After a while of struggle, he finally said, “Either swallow it, or I’ll do something to you right here.”

Pouting and filled with grievance, Purple reluctantly chewed the remaining half of candied hawthorn and swallowed it.

She felt like something was wrong with her entire being…

It was as if the half candied hawthorn was poisoned. Even after swallowing it, her mouth, throat, and stomach were extremely uncomfortable.

Alexander Summers laughed at her, “What’s with the bitter face? Isn’t the candied hawthorn delicious?”

Purple, in pain, replied, “It’s got your saliva on it!”

“What’s so disgusting about saliva? Don’t I always eat yours?” Alexander Summers really didn’t understand.

Purple felt even more disgusted and couldn’t take it anymore. She shouted, “Don’t say another word!”

Alexander hugged and sweet-talked her.

They played at the plaza for a while before Alexander took her to see the ice lantern exhibition.

At this time, it was past midnight and the street was filled with dazzling ice lanterns, while the tourists gradually became sparse.

Purple’s eyes were captivated by the various shapes of the ice lanterns, who looked incredibly intricate and enchanting.

Racing ice horses, ice-branch peach trees, and ice-carved bridges over running water…it felt like being in a fairyland.

Only, this fairyland was too cold.

After walking around for a while, Purple started to feel drowsy and unknowingly leaned on Alexander.

Alexander looked down at her, her thick eyelashes slightly drooping, ice lanterns’ beautiful light rays reflected in her eyes, the depths of them filled with radiant colors. Her small face flushed and adorable.

“Sleepy?” He pulled her collar close, “Let’s go back to the car to sleep.”

Purple felt her steps becoming lighter and heavier intermittently. She followed Alexander back to the car and fell asleep the moment she leaned on the back seat, unable to get up again.

With heating inside the car, Alexander took off Purple’s coat, only to feel her face burning. It was then that he realized something was wrong.

“Purple,” Alexander called her, “Are you running a fever?”

Purple, still in a daze, could barely open her eyes, “Maybe…”

Alexander immediately grew anxious.

Worried too much about her, even the slightest pain or discomfort would make him feel uneasy.

“To the hospital,” Alexander told the driver.

Sitting in the back seat, he hugged Purple tightly, feeling guilty for making her run around in the snow earlier that day. Surely, she had sweated and caught a cold, which led to the fever now.

From time to time, he placed his hand on her forehead to check her temperature, but the more he checked, the more uncertain he felt, eventually urging the driver to hurry.

With clear roads in the early morning, they quickly arrived at the hospital.

The doctor said Purple was alright, gave her antipyretic medicine, and said she could also drink Coca-Cola ginger ale at home without medication.

Alexander held Purple in his arms as they went back to the car, and whispered into her ear, “Purple, the doctor said it’s not serious. You can drink ginger soup instead of taking medicine.”

Purple, feeling lightheaded, replied, “Let’s just take the medicine. Where can we find ginger at this time…?”

At this time, only 24-hour convenience stores were open. Wet markets and supermarkets were closed unless they returned to Clearwater City—where Alexander’s influence was widespread, and they could get anything they wanted.

Alexander sighed and tenderly stroked her head, remaining silent.

Purple leaned against him, falling into a drowsy sleep…