Yan Ning took a step back as if she had been electrocuted.

My back was pressed against the cold wall, and my heart was pounding like a drum.

"No...no! It's hot! The ward is too warm!"

She was incoherent and subconsciously pressed the back of her hand against her face, trying to cool down.

Xie Huaiye looked at her flustered appearance, like a frightened fawn.

He didn't ask any further questions.

He simply took a small electronic thermometer out of the bag and handed it to her:

"It's better to measure it for peace of mind. Do you know how to measure it yourself?"

Yan Ning snatched the thermometer and nodded haphazardly, "Yes, yes, yes! You should go now!"

She just wanted to get him out of there as soon as possible.

"Okay, I'm leaving." Xie Huaiye was really leaving this time.

He walked to the door, put his hand on the doorknob, but did not turn it immediately.

He suddenly turned around, his gaze calm and deep as he locked onto her.

A knowing yet slightly mischievous smile curved at the corners of his lips.

“Yan Ning”.

He called her name, his voice deep and pleasant, "I think I just heard someone say... what are men anyway?"

Yan Ning's face flushed instantly.

So red it looked like it could bleed, I wished I could disappear into a crack in the ground.

Xie Huaiye looked at her humiliated and indignant appearance, and the smile in his eyes almost overflowed.

Before she could retort, he slowly added, his voice possessing a captivating magnetism:

"I disagree with that statement."

He paused, his gaze focused and earnest. "At least, to you, I should be a tiny bit more important than a fart... right?"

He finished speaking and didn't wait for Yan Ning's reaction.

He opened the door, a triumphant smile on his face, and disappeared outside.

"Xie Huaiye!!" Yan Ning's shout, filled with both shame and anger, was cut off inside the door.

She angrily picked up the thermometer and stuffed it into her mouth.

The cool touch calmed her down for a moment.

A few seconds later, with a "beep," she took it out and looked at it—

37.8°C.

Slightly simmered.

But Yan Ning knew that this temperature was definitely not just due to the heating.

Or that tiny, insignificant inflammation.

The uncontrollable heartbeat and the heat on my face.

It clearly says another name.

She looked at the tightly closed door.

Then look at the tempting desserts on the bedside table.

She covered her still burning cheeks.

"Make money...make money..."

She muttered to herself, but felt that her words... weren't quite convincing anymore.

That man seems to be... a bit tricky.

The next morning.

The thin sunlight gave the curtains a golden edge.

Yan Ning was fast asleep.

In her dream, she was fighting a huge enemy.

It also makes an annoying "beep beep beep" sound.

She waved her hand impatiently to slap it.

But I managed to photograph something warm and with a faint fragrance.

no.

The chaotic consciousness recoiled abruptly, as if pricked by a needle.

Yan Ning struggled to open her eyelids, which felt as heavy as a thousand pounds.

It took a while for my vision to focus.

A tall and upright figure stood beside the bed.

Xie Huaiye.

He just stood there quietly.

His hands were casually tucked into the pockets of his black casual pants.

The morning light cast shadows on his profile, outlining clean and smooth lines.

He seemed to have been standing there for a long time.

He was relaxed, his gaze focused intently on her face.

With a hint of a smile that was barely perceptible.

"ah--!"

Yan Ning let out a short, startled cry, like a frightened rabbit.

He sprang up suddenly, and almost rolled off the other side of the bed because of the sudden movement.

My heart was pounding wildly in my chest.

The vibrations made my eardrums buzz.

She frantically pulled the thin blanket, which had slipped down to her waist, upwards.

She tried to cover her wrinkled pajamas and messy hair, her voice cracking:

"Xie Huaiye?! You...when did you come in?!"

"About half an hour ago." Xie Huaiye's lips curved into a beautiful smile.

He tilted his head slightly, his gaze sweeping over her rosy cheeks.

And those few stubborn, sticking-up tufts of hair.

"You were sleeping so soundly, I didn't have the heart to wake you."

Half an hour?!

Yan Ning felt her face suddenly burn.

The heat spread from the base of the ears all the way down to the neck.

She quickly raised her hand and wiped her mouth.

Thankfully, I didn't drool.

But the thought of myself sprawled out, perhaps even grinding my teeth and talking in my sleep, is unbearable.

He stared at me for a full half hour...

Good heavens! She wished she could disappear into the ground right then and there!

"You...you're doing this way way too early!"

She was incoherent and could only complain dryly, "Isn't the recording supposed to start at nine o'clock?"

"I'm used to waking up early."

Xie Huaiye answered casually.

His gaze remained fixed on her, as if he were admiring some interesting scenery.

Yan Ning abruptly threw off the covers and jumped out of bed, trying to conceal her panic with her actions:

"No, no! I have to go home right away! My makeup bag, change of clothes, and my comfortable white sneakers are all there! I can't record the show without them!"

He then turned to rush towards the door.

"etc."

Xie Huaiye raised his arm and easily blocked her path as she fled in panic.

He was more than a head taller than her.

He looked down at her slightly, his eyes filled with a certainty that he had expected this all along.

"No need to go back."

Yan Ning was blocked by him and forced to look up at him, looking bewildered: "Huh? What am I supposed to wear if I don't go back? I can't possibly..."

Her words came to an abrupt halt.

The bedroom door was pushed open silently.

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