Chapter 60 Chapter 060 "You two are doing this privately..."

The sky suddenly brightened, and the biological clock started to play tricks on him. Just after six o'clock, Nan Fei gradually regained consciousness. Before he opened his eyes, fatigue spread throughout his body. The sour feeling from an unspeakable place stung his nerves, making him gradually recall his current situation.

Slowly regaining consciousness, she opened her eyes. The first thing she saw was Yan Nanxing's relaxed smile. He had nothing better to do, so he used his fingertips to rub Nan Fei's hair, sighing, "I really should let you grow your hair long someday."

Nan Fei's mind was still spinning, and she subconsciously thought, "I don't have that kind of hobby."

Unexpectedly, Yan Nanxing raised an eyebrow, and then said: "Neither do I. No matter how pretty your face is, it's still a bit scary with long hair."

"But now's not the time to talk about that." Yan Nanxing leaned closer, touching the tip of his nose affectionately, and then spoke bluntly, "I wanted to say that you were pressing down on my hair."

The two had fought fiercely late into the night, their lovemaking lingering. Yan Nanxing lamented that her hair had turned white after washing, now damp with sweat. She woke up early in the morning, heavy-hearted, and determined to give it a fresh coat no matter what.

Nan Fei, with a dull expression, moved to the side for a moment, watching Yan Nanxing stand up, pick up her pajamas that had fallen on the floor, and walk out. She tried to get up as well, but was stopped immediately: "I advise you to lie down for a while and rest."

"Give yourself a day off once in a while." Yan Nanxing gave him an ambiguous look. "Besides, I should have completed my muscle training today."

Nan Fei avoided his gaze, but still lay back down obediently.

After all, he is an inexperienced person and has to rush to work tomorrow, so he has to listen to Yan Nanxing in this regard.

But I didn't expect that this time I took a nap and slept until after noon.

This time when he woke up, he felt much more energetic than in the morning. In addition, he was in high spirits because of good things happening to him. Nan Fei got out of bed and walked a few steps. He didn't feel that uncomfortable anymore.

I opened the heavy curtains, and the bright sunlight outside shone through the gauze window onto my body, making me feel warm.

I opened my phone and saw it was three o'clock in the afternoon.

Today was a rare sunny day.

Many messages popped up on her phone. While washing up, Nan Fei picked out the important ones and replied first. When she saw the message from her agent asking if she needed a pick-up tonight, she hesitated for a moment and replied: I will go there by myself tomorrow.

Just like that, I secretly gave myself another night off.

After finishing all this, Nan Fei found a new set of clothes on the bedside table, this time also accompanied by Yan Nanxing's thoughtful little note.

These are my old high school clothes, I think they'll fit you just fine.

The style is simple, a pullover T-shirt with foreign language patterns that were popular at the time and are still not outdated now. It is enough for home use.

After putting it on, I found that it was exactly as Yan Nanxing said.

Nan Fei herself had not grown up since she graduated from high school, so she felt mixed emotions when she read the note.

I'm even more thankful that they didn't know each other too early, otherwise I would have had to watch Yan Nanxing grow taller and taller, and would have been ridiculed by him for so many years.

Thinking of Yan Nanxing's evil face, the look in Nan Fei's eyes softened unconsciously. When he came to his senses, he realized that his heart and eyes were full of that guy.

Even in the same house, I couldn't help but miss you.

Is this what love is like? It feels a little uncomfortable, but you can't help but indulge in it.

After changing clothes, Nan Fei looked back at the empty bed. The thin quilt was crumpled and messy, and one could tell what had happened before. Nan Fei took a few steps forward and reached out to touch the side where Yan Nanxing had slept.

It's completely cold now.

He sighed softly, took out his cell phone and sent a message to Yan Nanxing: Where have you been?

Yan Nanxing didn't reply.

Nan Fei felt a little restless staying alone in the bedroom, so she smoothed her hair again, opened the door and went downstairs to look for someone.

The detached villa had not been visited for a long time and was unusually quiet. I walked down the stairs to the living room on the first floor and suddenly smelled a faint scent.

It seemed to be coming from the kitchen.

Following the scent, he pushed open the door and was greeted by the rich aroma of Chinese medicine. Nan Fei subconsciously covered her mouth and nose, frowning and asking, "Are you decocting the medicine?"

Yan Nanxing lowered the heat slightly and replied with a smile, "Yes, I cooked it for you."

He fanned the invisible air to comfort himself. Nan Fei didn't understand what he was doing. "You're not going to boil some medicine for her after you've had sex with her, are you?"

That's too painful.

Hearing this, Yan Nanxing froze for a moment, then turned around with interest: "Why, are you backing out and don't want to do it again?"

"I saw you were quite happy last night. Who is the one who is so tired that he doesn't want to move but still refuses to stop..."

Nan Fei hurriedly covered his mouth to avoid hearing more explicit words.

But Yan Nanxing smiled and held his wrist. The familiar strength reminded him that he was clamped in the same way last night and lost the ability to resist.

After a moment of distraction, the person in front of him said, "Stop making trouble. If I don't mention it, will you forget that you just recovered from a serious illness?"

"This medicine I boiled is for nourishing your body, so that you won't fall down in the wind again. If that happens, Brother Zhao will come to trouble me."

After saying this, Nan Fei's movements softened considerably: "I'm not that delicate."

"Hmm, I'm just being overly cautious, so would you be willing to drink it for me?"

Yan Nanxing was good at coaxing people to come quickly, and it was all for his own good, so he didn't refuse.

The preparations are done, and all that’s left is to wait.

Perhaps it was because I knew what was stewed in the pot in advance. For a moment, I seemed to smell the familiar herbal scent again, but it was followed by a slightly warmer memory. The temporary bitterness could not compare to the long-lasting sweetness.

While he was momentarily stunned, Yan Nanxing had already brought him back to the living room. He had barely been there yesterday except for dinner, so now he had the time to truly admire it. Glancing around, Nan Fei asked, "Did you live alone in a house this big back then? Didn't you feel lonely?"

"Yeah, it's not that big. After all, the old house is many times larger than this. I feel more at ease if it's smaller. Besides, I don't stay in the house all day long. I go to school during the week and go out with friends on weekends." After making a not-so-funny joke that only filled others with hatred for the rich, Yan Nanxing changed the subject and deliberately teased, "But if there's a chance, I'd really like to take you to the old house to have a look."

Nan Fei choked up: "Isn't your grandfather not in good health?"

This is too unorthodox.

"Listen to the nonsense he told your grandpa. If he was really that easy to fall, I would have pissed him off to death years ago. How could he still be chasing after my parents?"

Nan Fei: “…”

The word "heretical" is not enough to describe him; he is truly a filial son.

"I'm serious." Yan Nanxing chuckled and straightened his expression. "Just consider it my filial piety. If you have time, you can persuade your grandfather to come over here to meet my old man."

"My house has been empty for many years. Even when we get together during the New Year holidays, there's not much excitement."

There are always some bad memories lingering in my mind, and meeting people only makes me sadder.

After a moment of distraction, Yan Nanxing came back to his senses. He didn't say anything more, but simply added: "He should meet more outsiders."

Before she could finish her words, Nan Fei suddenly thought of the only thing related to Yan Nanxing's family: "Is it because of...your sister?"

Yan Nanxing looked up at him, and Nan Fei was no longer nervous. She said frankly, "I think her leaving shouldn't just affect you."

What kind of serious matter could have caused such a strong Yan Nanxing to suffer for so many years?

Perhaps it was the momentary indulgence that brought the distance between them so close that Yan Nanxing had the desire to narrate for the first time in all these years.

He lowered his head slightly, the memories were too far away, and he didn't know where to begin. He just vaguely found a way to vent: "The day Shannai left was summer, a rainy day, the annual flood season."

"I had an argument with the old man and ran away. I can't remember the specific reason, but it was definitely related to the herbs. Otherwise, I wouldn't have run up the mountain."

"I ran straight away, but I didn't go into the mountains. No matter how stupid you are, there's a limit. It looked like it was going to rain heavily, so I ran out for a stroll. I don't remember where I went. I hid from the rain and didn't return home until after dinner."

Yan Nanxing's voice choked, and then he spoke with difficulty: "But some people are just so stupid."

"My sister was afraid something might happen to me in the mountains, so she braved the rain and went up there herself. During the worst days of the flood that summer, she was washed away and couldn't be found anywhere. I only found out she was missing when I returned and called the police, but the situation was so bad that we couldn't find her. In the end, we only found pieces of her clothes and one shoe."

Yan Nanxing's words were intermittent, his logic was no longer discernible, and his eyes gradually lost focus. Nan Fei noticed something was wrong and immediately grabbed his hand, forcing him to come back to his senses: "Nanxing, look at me, don't think about it."

Yan Nanxing turned his head numbly, and the two looked at each other for a moment, finally keeping their composure.

"So you think it was your fault when she got into the accident?" Nan Fei gently patted his hand, soothing him like a child. "Natural disasters are the last thing we can control. You can't justify accidents, and you certainly can't take the blame for this incident on yourself."

Yan Nanxing had actually heard similar things a lot, but perhaps because Nan Fei's voice was particularly soothing, he quickly recovered and hummed, "I know."

"It's okay, I just remembered too much at once and it gave me a headache."

He said this while avoiding her gaze slightly. Nan Fei understood that this person was obviously not good at showing his vulnerable side in front of others, which was why he reacted like this.

He was racking his brains to think of something to say to comfort her when his cell phone suddenly rang and he had to interrupt quickly.

It is usually difficult for him to receive calls on his personal mobile phone. At this time, it can only be because his agent has an urgent matter and called him directly.

As soon as I saw the number and answered it, I heard the agent's anxious voice: "Are you with Yan Nanxing now?"

Nan Fei was slightly stunned and didn't react: "Yes, what's wrong."

"Still calm, young master, your private itinerary has been photographed!"

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The author has something to say: I'm back [spreading hands] and decided to resume updating

I've been busy for two days and have just finished cleaning my new home before going to work tomorrow. I don't have any time left.

I found that I still can't stop updating. Once I plan to revise the article, everything will catch up. I'd better keep updating and squeeze out other time to revise it.

September, please be nice to me and let's strive for perfect attendance, okay? [Come on]