The 60s Island: The Daily Life of a Capitalist Young Lady with the Army - Chapter 69: Let's Take Your Temperature Properly Now, Okay?

Chapter 69: Let’s Take Your Temperature Properly Now, Okay?

Xu Xiangsi grew anxious. Ignoring her sore and weak body, she quickly extended her still-clothed hand and tugged firmly at Long Peiye’s collar.

Long Peiye noticed the movement in his arms and looked down at her.

He saw her fluffy little head shaking vigorously as she mumbled protests.

“Mmm… no… don’t want to sit on that…”

Long Peiye immediately understood what she meant.

This girl, even when this sick, still cared about her image.

He felt both annoyed and amused, but more than anything, his heart ached for her.

He looked up and gave an apologetic smile to the enthusiastic Military Wife.

“Thank you, but that won’t be necessary.”

“The cart would be too bumpy. I’m worried her delicate constitution couldn’t handle the jostling.”

“I’ll carry her there instead—it’s more stable.”

His words perfectly declined the kind offer while showing complete consideration for his wife, leaving no room for criticism.

The Military Wife nodded repeatedly. “Right, right! Battalion Commander Long is so thoughtful!”

Without another word, Long Peiye nodded to the crowd, then carried Xu Xiangsi and strode quickly out of the residential compound without looking back.

The person in his arms finally settled down.

She nuzzled against his chest like a cat that had been properly petted, lazily humming a couple of satisfied sounds.

“Well done, Long Peiye.”

Her voice was soft and light, carrying a hint of smug satisfaction. “When we get home… I’ll reward you with one yuan.”

Long Peiye stumbled, nearly losing his footing.

He didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

Even at a time like this, this little money-grubber was still thinking about her small savings.

As soon as Long Peiye carried her away, someone from the residential compound immediately ran to inform Sister-in-Law Yan.

“Sister-in-Law Yan! Sister-in-Law Yan! Something’s happened!”

Sister-in-Law Yan was at home kneading dough to steam buns. Hearing this, she rushed out with flour still on her hands.

“What is it? Why all the shouting?”

“Battalion Commander Long’s wife, Little Xu, has a high fever! It’s probably because she got chilled after being soaked yesterday while saving Little Jun! Battalion Commander Long is carrying her to the hospital right now!”

Hearing this, the dough in Sister-in-Law Yan’s hands fell to the ground with a thud.

She slapped her thigh hard, her face full of regret and self-blame. “Oh dear! I knew it! I knew something would happen!”

“What kind of constitution does Xiangsi have? She’s a delicate city girl! Soaking in that freezing seawater for so long, then getting blown by the ocean wind at night—even someone made of iron couldn’t withstand that!”

The more she spoke, the more regretful she became, anxiously pacing in circles.

“It’s all my fault! I shouldn’t have let them wait on the beach last night! I should have made them go back first and just delivered the seafood to them later!”

“That poor child has suffered because of our Little Jun!”

Sister-in-Law Yan turned around just in time to see the culprit himself—her own son—bouncing energetically out of the house, holding a slingshot and looking perfectly healthy.

The contrast made her anger flare up instantly.

Comparing the two situations was enough to make anyone furious!

She rushed forward in one swift movement and delivered a solid smack to Song Xiaojun’s backside.

“Look at you! Look at you! It’s all because you were so greedy for fun! If it weren’t for you, would Sister Xiangsi be this seriously ill?”

Song Xiaojun covered his bottom, tears welling in his eyes from the pain, both wronged and guilty, unable to say a word.

“I knew it,” the military wife delivering the news was still chattering at the doorway. “Comrade Xu Xiangsi always lounges in the yard sunbathing—turns out she wasn’t being lazy, but genuinely unwell!”

She spoke while shaking her head and sighing.

“No wonder Battalion Commander Long never lets her do anything. The girl’s so delicate, and now she’s fallen ill. It truly pains the heart to see.”

Sister Yan grew even more guilt-ridden upon hearing this, muttering repeatedly: “Exactly! If anything happens to this child, how could my conscience bear it?”

“Ah, don’t just stand there panicking!” The military wife urged her upon seeing her frozen stance. “Hurry to the hospital and check on her!”

Sister Yan wiped away the unshed tears at the corner of her eyes, yet still remembered the pots and pans at home.

“Right, right—with such a high fever, she definitely hasn’t eaten. I’ll cook some porridge and bring it to her.”

The military wife immediately agreed: “Add plenty of seafood—it’s nutritious!”

Before the words fully landed, Sister Yan had already rushed into the kitchen, grabbing a handful of rice and scooping up several fresh small shrimp and clams.

Amidst the clattering of spatulas, she kept murmuring: “Xiao Xu, oh Xiao Xu, you mustn’t be in serious trouble…”

Meanwhile, the hospital outpatient hall was bustling with noise.

Long Peiye carried Xu Xiangsi through registration and payment, shielding the person in his arms tightly, not letting anyone brush against her.

A nurse handed over a thermometer for her to check her temperature.

Xu Xiangsi sat on the chair, her small head resting on Long Peiye’s shoulder, her legs hanging limply—she looked utterly wilted.

With the thermometer tucked under her arm, she slumped like a deflated balloon, only her eyelashes fluttering faintly.

Long Peiye looked down at her, carefully reaching out to feel her forehead, then checking the back of her neck—burningly hot, his brows furrowed tightly.

He couldn’t help but ask softly: “Are you uncomfortable? Feeling dizzy?”

Xu Xiangsi nodded vaguely, unclear whether she was genuinely suffering or just acting coy, but she kept nuzzling into his embrace as if only closeness to him could bring relief.

Suddenly, her fingers unconsciously wandered to his stomach, fumbling vaguely through the fabric of his clothes with a hint of confusion and grievance:

“Hey… Long Peiye, you’re not taking advantage of me, are you?”

Her words were soft and sticky, nasal and utterly weak, yet they carried three parts coquettishness and seven parts righteous indignation, making a passing young nurse stifle a giggle.

Long Peiye was caught between laughter and exasperation, sighing helplessly: “I’m worried your fever’s too high and might fry your brain… When would I have time to take advantage of you?”

But despite his words, he glanced down—that fair, slender hand still lingered lazily on his abs, neither moving away nor releasing, vaguely kneading and poking as if confirming something.

So who was taking advantage of whom?

But if his wife wanted to touch him, he’d let her. He even felt a secret delight.

Seems his recent workouts hadn’t been in vain—she seemed quite satisfied with the texture…

Yet, seeing the girl in his arms pale-faced, her small lips nearly bloodless, all his wandering thoughts instantly vanished, replaced solely by deep worry and heartache.

“Little ancestor, stop fussing for now. Once your fever breaks, you can touch however you like. For now, behave and finish taking your temperature, alright?”