Transmigrated to Another World and Doted on by Everyone!-Chapter 75: A Cold Morning

Chapter 75: A Cold Morning
He straightened his waist stiffly on Ding Yixin’s back, his entire body tense.
He didn’t even know where to put his hands, so he just braced them on Ding Yixin’s shoulders.
Right at that moment, Ding Yixin’s supporting hands suddenly lifted him up a little.
Rong Xingyu’s body pitched forward and he fell fully onto Ding Yixin’s back.
His chest pressed against Ding Yixin’s back and now their bodies were truly in close contact.
Rong Xingyu: "..."
His nose was practically touching Ding Yixin’s hair.
Ding Yixin walked calmly through the snow, every step steady and unhurried.
"You can put me down. I’m heavy," Rong Xingyu muttered.
Ding Yixin let out a low laugh. "Yuyu is light like a feather."
As if to prove his words, he bounced Rong Xingyu twice.
Rong Xingyu gasped in surprise. He was afraid he would slip off, so he quickly wrapped his arms around Ding Yixin’s neck.
"I—I’m still angry," Rong Xingyu said in a muffled voice.
Why was Ding Yixin acting like nothing happened? It felt like he was the only one here having emotions while the other person was completely calm.
"Dr... No, Mr. Ding, I need to take back a little bit of my trust in you."
Rong Xingyu muttered that in a voice that sounded almost like he was talking to himself. Then he asked: "...Will you still do something like this again in the future?"
Ding Yixin’s steps paused.
He stayed quiet for a moment. He didn’t answer the question directly. Instead he said: "Yuyu, you can make demands of me."
It sounded like the question and answer had nothing to do with each other, but both of them understood what the other meant.
"Then, Mr. Ding, you’re not allowed to lie to me again."
Rong Xingyu suddenly remembered the original memories from his body, the ones that flashed earlier and in those memories he saw Ding Yixin gripping his chin.
The strength of the fingers on his chin and that cold expression on the man’s face... maybe that was the real Ding Yixin?
The pain in that memory felt too real, as if he had truly lived through it.
Rong Xingyu almost shivered again before he forced himself to add quickly: "And you’re not allowed to pinch my chin either!"
Although Ding Yixin didn’t understand why Rong Xingyu suddenly mentioned his chin, he still answered seriously: "I will never lie to you again."
Ding Yixin paused, but he didn’t say the second half of what he was thinking.
If something cannot be guaranteed, then it’s better not to promise it.
This walk wasn’t long at all.
After just a few steps, they reached the door.
Ding Yixin set Rong Xingyu down in front of the entrance, his gaze carrying a hint of gentle affection that was hard to notice.
"Go in, Yuyu."
"If you lie to me again," Rong Xingyu huffed and couldn’t help raising his small fist, "then I will pinch your chin."
Ding Yixin: "..."
Why was he suddenly having a grudge against chins?
...
The consequence of running around outside in the middle of the night was when Rong Xingyu woke up the next day, he realized he had successfully caught a cold...
Before, when he pushed his street stall day after day, wind or rain, his body had been strong like iron.
He never got sick easily. But now, just getting snowed on for a little while made him fall ill.
And for some reason, this young master body he was in was strange, after being tossed around for days, even a small cold kept coming and going.
With a cooling patch stuck on his forehead, Rong Xingyu leaned against the headboard.
He accepted the medicine and water cup from his eldest brother, took the pills, and then obediently handed the cup back to Rong Zhenqiao.
Rong Zhenqiao stood beside the bed while holding the cup, his face dark.
He frowned and shot a sharp look at Rong Zishan before saying coldly, "In the middle of the night, instead of sleeping, you took Xuaoyu outside to look at snow? You really know how to cause trouble."
Rong Zishan: "..."
Why was he staring at him like that? It wasn’t on purpose.
He didn’t think that just staying outside for such a short moment would actually make Rong Xingyu catch a cold...
"I..."
Rong Zishan wanted to say something, but after seeing how pale Rong Xingyu looked, he closed his mouth.
Seeing the youngest sick made him feel terrible too.
Rong Xingyu sat there watching his fourth brother get scolded, feeling extremely guilty.
I’m sorry, Fourth Brother... but when Big Brother has that cold face, he’s too scary!
Your little brother can’t help you! T-T
After finishing his scolding, maybe because Rong Xingyu was the sick one, Rong Zhenqiao’s attitude changed completely when he turned to him.
He tucked the quilt around Rong Xingyu and said gently, "If you’re not feeling well, don’t go to school. Big Brother will take care of the leave for you."
Rong Xingyu shook his head. It was only a slight fever and the final exams were coming soon. He still needed to study.
Seeing this, Rong Zhenqiao sighed. He put the medicine to the side and warned Rong Xingyu, "Take this medicine with you to school. Remember to take it on time. If it still doesn’t work, even if you’re afraid of pain, you will have to get a shot, understand?"
Rong Xingyu: "Okay... okay, Big Brother."
He really did not want a shot!
But the next morning, during the break, when Rong Xingyu tried to take his medicine, he reached into his schoolbag and couldn’t find it anywhere.
Even after turning the whole bag upside down, the medicine was nowhere to be seen.
Rong Xingyu: "..."
No way... right?
Forget it, skipping one dose should be fine.
But before the afternoon even came, his head had already started to feel heavy.
He reached up to touch his forehead—oh no...
If he went home like this, Big Brother would definitely drag him straight to get a shot on the spot!