Chapter 750: Cure Him


    Jasmine does not rest. After leaving the hospital, she goes to the restaurant nearby to buy porridge and


    dumplings with vegetable filling. She is afraid that he may think meat greasy and will be particr


    about it.


    Walking towards the station, she passes a pharmacy and pauses. She thinks for a few seconds and


    buys anti-cold medicine and anti-alcoholic drugs. She can tell that Pehry is sick from the phone call.


    Although Karl may stay with him, it is better to buy some in case.


    She doesn''t have much money and even has spent a lot on Cyrus’ illness, but Pehry treats her well


    and she won''t be stingy to him.


    She goes to the vi by bus. Standing on the foot of the mountain, Jasmine sighs as she watches the


    vi on the hillside.


    The shoring of the rich zone is probably that it isn''t open to traffic. She has no choice but walk up.


    Twenty minutester, she arrives at the vi, panting heavily. Previously, when she was taking care of


    Pehry, he had told her the password for her convenience. Now that no one responds to the doorbell,


    she directly enters the password and walks in.


    Walking from the European-style gate to the main door of the vi, she pushes the door open and


    enters. It is dark, only the induction light of the foyer on. There is no one in the living room.


    Where is he?


    Jasmine frowns and changes her shoes. She turns on the headlights of the living room and treads


    towards the master bedroom on the second floor lightly.


    Simrly, the door of the bedroom is also closed. Uneasy, she quickly walks over and knocks twice,


    "Pehry, are you here?"


    There is a hush.


    No one answers her.


    Everything is so abnormal that she feels quite uneasy.


    Jasmine has no time to waste and just pulls the door open. The light in the corridor roughly lights up


    the room, making her see the man sitting on the bedside carpet.


    He bends his back slightly and leans against the bed. One of his long legs stretches while the other


    curls with his arm resting on it. Beer cans scatters all over him.


    He rarely drinks beer. Jasmine remembers that he thinks beer tasteless, but he has drunk so much


    today.


    There is a pervading sense of menace around him. His hair is messy, and his clothes are loose. If


    Jasmine doesn''t know him well, she will not dare to take a step closer.


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    The atmosphere in this room was ... too terrifying.


    Jasmine doesn''t hesitate and walks over. She does not turn on the light rashly, worrying that it would


    upset this fragile and sensitive man. She squats in front of him with her eyes looking bright in the light


    from outside, "Pehry, what''s wrong with you?"


    She has a hunch that something must have happened to him, and it must be a really depressing one.


    Pehry looks at the pretty woman and hears the familiar voice. Her soft and gentle voice bes the


    only medicine that can soothe him tonight.


    "You''re here...." he uses all his might to spit out the words. But he is still so hoarse that it makes people


    feel sorry. He smoked a lot, and his throat is dry and painful.


    Jasmine looks at his face which is roughly hidden in the darkness. His beautiful eyes which used to be


    vibrant now dim. The pride aura of him seems to have been stripped away, leaving the wounds


    drenched in blood.


    He is like a wild beast, licking his own wounds in the endless darkness.


    Jasmine suddenly feels a dull pain. It''s the first time in her life that she has experienced such pain. It''s


    different from the feeling of seeing Cyrus lying on the sickbed weakly. Instead, it is a pain that


    surpasses the blood rtionship but also reaches to her heart.


    "Why do you drink so much?" She ces the white dining boxes aside and gestures with her slender


    fingers, "I brought you porridge and dumplings. Do you want some to eat?"


    Worrying that they may get cold, she hurries to remind him.


    Only then does Pehry notice the stic bags in her hand. On the transparent white lid of the lunchbox,


    there is still water vapor—food inside is still hot.


    The other bag beside it has two boxes of medicine in it. There''s no need to guess who the medicine


    she buys for.


    After seeing the old man today, Pehry holds back his rage. He secludes himself and doesn''t want to


    hear any sounds or see anything. However, it just makes his miserable memory even more lively and


    fresh.


    He has a time that is painful to look back on, and every scene that emerges in her mind will hurt him.


    However, she has appeared. She walks to him and looks at him with sincere concern and worry. Her


    eyes are so clear that there is not a trace of impurities in them.


    Pehry can''t tell what his feeling is. He''s even thinking that he himself is not qualified to love her, since


    he is so awful.


    Seeing him silent, Jasmine doesn''t know what to do tofort him.


    In a hurry, she seizes his palm. She tightens her fingers, letting him feel the strength. "Pehry, say


    something. You can tell me if you... "


    Before she can finish her words, the palm in her hand suddenly rolls over. In an instant, her wrist is


    grabbed, and she is pulled into his embrace.


    Pehry quickly grabs onto her shoulder, preventing her from hitting him. In the next second, his hand


    slides from her shoulder to her neck. With this action, Jasmine immediately understands his intention.


    Sure enough, in the darkness, his lips press down on hers. Unlike his cold hand, his lips are hot, with


    the heat that almost melts her.


    He kisses her hard, as if he wants to take all her breath away. Her lower lip hurts a little. Even so,


    Jasmine still does not push him away.


    She can feel his loneliness and even fear. It is more than a kiss. It''s thest straw that a drowning


    person grabs.


    She cannot refuse, nor does she bear to refuse.


    Jasmine does not know how long he has kissed her, but it is so long that her lower lip is almost numb


    before he finally lets her go. Just as she is about to speak, she is suddenly carried in his arms.


    She puts her arm around his neck tightly and then she is ced on the bed.


    With her back against the soft bed, she fixes her gaze on the man above her. She is somewhat


    nervous, "Pehry..."


    But Pehry does not make a sound. In an almost devout manner, he kisses her eyes, her chin, her neck,


    then her corbones ... and the ce which makes her heart flutter.